Owl Days #13

The past is insurmountable.
One heart. Subdivided.
Each moment has its catch,
The slightest grimace for
The anticipated hammer
Of the gun that never fired.
The tear in one
Tears all the hearts.
Whatever I've learned has been forgotten
In the pain
Of what I knew before
Not changing,
Only the heel of time walking away
From the shoe gum chewed up scenery of my crime,
Trying to shove off from the Alcatraz of self
As if the forms beyond the fog are a city.