On Passing

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On Passing
(for J.C.)

We swerve, we veer,
we right ourselves
on the road.
Years pass, and we pass
like years.

In all that time we think
we are in control.
We are in control.
God rides silent in the back seat
and we alone bear the burden of
our own direction.
And if we crash or burn,
it only ourselves to fault.
After all, it is our own damned fault
when years pass, and we pass
each other
and do not notice.

No stopping, no slowing,
no spiraling into careless abandon
no surrendering to each other,
and to the absolute;
just silent, careful,
uneventful passing.

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