May 07 2009
Just By Inches
Just By Inches
by Sander R. Wolff
(inspired by P.K. Dick’s Valis)
Whispered in the passage of time:
Secrets of the ancients.
No dust has settled still.
The stone that could have saved me
rolled away in days.
So far we could have risen
had not we been so low,
but I was there to witness
what now are faded memories:
The lance that could have healed me
missed us just by inches.
I say to you this is no dream,
that things are not the way they seem,
that though in agony you scream,
the waiting now has ended.
The satellite is out tonight.
It moves so very quickly.
It sends a light that talks to me:
I’m blinded.
The coding of the matrices
unwinding through the sea of time
makes clear its meaning, shows to me:
Vision comes and visions rise.
That which I had sought to know
brings joyless crushing weight bear down.
I run in dread and wish I fled
the agony of knowing.
Its knowledge now or madness.