.
Lazarus nothwithstanding
if my mother were alive again
the world would be upside down
thing’s cannot be unchanged
once changed— once lost not found
there’s no such thing as undone.
undone is a literary device:
a shell around a kernel of hope
imaginary as the next sunrise
undone works only in words
of mystics and priests
who treat hopelessness
with contradiction
if my mother were alive again,
as deep as the hole in my heart
where she’s gone,
this world would not be.
its logic would not hold
like a wave in a boundless sea
it would fold, disperse, unbond
by Jim Culleny
11/29/14
Blink 