Inevitable Confrontation
What is coming at me And has been for some time Is like a train And I am done with my fretting About how I can dodge it Or delay it Or avoid it
I will let it barrel into me I will lean into that implacable locomotive But here is the trick: By then I will have turned noncorporeal
It will careen through me And it will be its miserable passengers that will have to feel ME pass through them THEM For a change

















