W.B. to T.J.

You're done with all that there - that saddening
of heart, that parting of ways, that traversing
of streets worn bare with the mind's maddening
penchant for undying through ceaseless conversing

over what is past, passing, or to come. 
Now is before you if you hold it there
and agree to set fire to all you become
as this Second Coming places you where

this woman called you can be undone.