Birth Of A Philistine

(Originally written: February 10, 2020)

Under the earth I lie, in a cool softness normally reserved for the roots of trees. It is dark. It is calm. It allows me to reflect on what I can no longer see: the world and the living it bears, sharing a hairsbreadth of time together in the middle of isolated eternity.

For me there is no yesterday, today, tomorrow. Detached from You I get to dream. Snippets of what I lived and loved merge together, like early morning fog upon dew-adorned grass. Emotions are remembered but not felt; remembered then lost. Memories of faces, places and times are observed while I lay in dirt’s embrace. 

Granted a glimpse of my former depth, I beat my last beat.