Nonno or That man

 

When he died, he rose.

He rose and rose and rose and rose and rose,

ephemeral since his inception,

he rose high, up up up and farther up

he became some other

part of this universe, the vast beyond,

that he was everything, the perpendicular, the lateral, the parallel,

that he was everywhere and all at once was in me and outside.

the cataclysm of it 

the expansion of what was him

The day after, a week later

four weeks after, four months later

A year to the day

5 years, 5 years 22 days

it is because we forget, I forget, you forget, 

they forgot how

that great lift; unnameable

it cannot be tied to a name or thing or thought

or or or 


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