The lie of now
Is my truth against the grave.
The truth is what will happen.
So now can lie, and save
Everything. It doesn’t matter how,
Or whether I’ll be happy. I am happy now.
I won’t be happy then, and the proof
Is what we know of death, and what we learn of truth.
Don’t dismiss my folly so fast;
The untruth of now is better than the past,
Which is so true,
It includes me, and kissing, and you.
But the future is completely wrong:
No you, no kissing, no song.
Nothing. Yet completely true.
So kiss me, now. Now is all I know of you.