Collision and Its Darkest Hour

No matter what collides, day into night,
God into fear, love into debt, the smallest
particles of secret into its darkest hour-

essence inexplicably survives.

The manner in which things collide: 
dutifully, remorsefully, with resignation 
or fight changes nothing,

no matter how traumatic.

Only this:  the discipline of our world,
the way in which it keeps itself separate from
its obvious beauty and its terrible truths

offers perhaps a sweeter promise.

No matter.  A million particles of light 
in the shape of  a ladder climbs sleepily
into its silver bed, huddles like a child

and falls into sleep.


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