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William Heyen: Time - from Hiroshima Suite, 2012
Some illuminates say that in one way or another
they’ve transcended time—maybe hitch-hiking, or drugs,
or long abstinence from sleep, or sex, or the mind’s eye
peering into the annals of lilac, or in dream,
or by way of mnemonic mantra, or, or. There was one moment
when Mr. Tanimoto’s soul concentrated into
everything he’d experienced of cherry trees—seeing touching
dreaming smelling tasting—until,
at the moment of his momentary transcendence, a blossom
in its simultaneous myriad colors enveloped him
even while he poled his boat across the river, even while
traumatized passengers moaned & cried.
What’s not never isn’t it to understand about this?
If only we could keep him there, if only, if only …
but here that blossom falls, & time resumes our linear agony.