He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

- Revelation 21:4

Lonesome completely lost time
circulates in the memory. Ghostly
remembrances of persona non grata
in the dramatis personae of the daily
life of a boozer. Swirling mist lifts mood
my stomach craves food. I eat this
in remembrance of me: blood
wine, flesh bread, the rise & rise
of the undead. Neurons at play
on this passover holyday stretch
time into line. Cast crowns before
swine as we ally with the spirit
of prophecy in the new Jerusalem.
I died, and behold I am alive again.
I am the Alpha and the Omega
of all things and death shall have no
dominion. The devil asks for little
but frippery, God asks for nothing
but the whole of your life
and the whole of your death.