Night Without Rapture

All it did was rain, and I think even our feet stayed dry.  All I did was blink moment onto moment until I stitched a life out of the back of my eyelid.  The whole tired world was there---each of us thinking the next person into it.  I wondered now and then, "What is there to wait for, really?"  Happy enough to be left behind.  No such thing as alive.  Everything is, and was.  Now we are tomorrow.  Now no one outlasts anyone else.  One thousand little heads collide.   Again.  And again.  All rise first, together.