π Daily(ish) poem β 00326 β Testament β Lawrence Raab
Testament
In my youth I wondered often about the pastβ
how it would change, and where it would end.
Now I can tell you many strange things
will never be revealed, and you
should be glad to know this.
When I vowed to discover the truth
I tried not to care about being believed.
I walked alone under the wild moon,
listened to the rain unfolding
its many propositions. Those were the days
of certainty and surmise. Thank you
for reading this far. Perhaps
youβve found these pages by chance
and youβre hoping for the wisdom
endings so often promise. Let me say:
Here or nowhere is the whole fact.
But assume nothing about this world,
neither its rules, nor any of its daily habits.
Nor how easily a man can throw
his life away. Or if,
in fact, I did. I wonβt excuse myself,
not now. The light that keeps the sky
in place is fading, but itβs always fading.
Forget the past if you can. Itβs never over.
And then it is.
βLawrence Raab
βfrom Mistaking Each Other for Ghosts (2015)