Coincidentia Oppositorum

Jo Berenson

Held by more hands than just my own, but i found it first.

i cradled it, 

i touched it, 

i brought it to being.

i know it must be by mine, 

but not mine. So is it yours? 

What a coincidence we find ourselves in, 

But there is no such thing. 

There is nothing, we are no more.  Beforehand or after? 

Again and again,

what are you looking for?

You tell me. Or how about i tell you? 

And i'll spin the story to give me powers of premonition because this world is dissolving 

and i've got the shining 

(even if it means I have to see the ghosts, I see them anyways already) 

i can see the hotel up ahead-

TURN AROUND AT THE SOUND OF THE BEEP.

You’ve been warned. It’s too late for you now, but i’m doing just fine. i’m so sorry it had to be this way but 

Doctor, i want to sleep. i need to sleep and

My eyes are heavy and my vision is fading as the lights speed faster and faster down the interstate careening into the driver's seat when all i want to do is- 

Time of sleep is 3:52 am and i’m awake again.  

What a strange coincidence

But there is no such thing. 

It’s an illusion,

a trick of the light as our minds play pretend.