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Is No Was.

(A poem to process a giant)

By Kevin KolankowskiPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
As above, below.

This man was -

stop.

This man is.

But is not now how

we can sense him

based on limited perceptions.

But he “is”.

He has become.

He is no longer.

There is no “was”.

Once I heard it was

It became an is.

And here we are.

Me staring at you through a lake

Talking to you through the air

Fist pounds on the ground

Sensing you in all you are now -

The “is” is all of this.

Don’t feel sorry for what we’re told is “loss”;

Feel sorry for yours

if you’ve never met him

then maybe you can’t hear him through

any of the things that “are”.

Unless of course, you understand

that you too “are” and “is” and “will be”

Then listen closely.

There is no was.

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