The strategy of we who are going to die
partakes of immortality or sleep.
When confronted with the worst horror,
we kill—or kiss—the creep.
Creation is a going from here to there—
“there” has a heartbeat, too.
You’ll find me listening here,
hoping it’s the same old you.
The strategy of one who is going to die
resembles the hope you had
before you dreamed of happiness
fighting against the sad.
Creation, if its creation, really cannot change.
The smile I saw in your snapshot is almost out of range.