Our present now..
already went to past.
The coming future
is our present now..
and now it’s sinking
in a well of memories..
of all the other presents
that were never meant
to last.

It takes two faces
and two pairs of eyes
to see The All of them
at once.
One gazing forward
at the moments
yet to come..
Another gazing backward
at The Ones that we
already lost.

Alas, it takes a God
who sees
all heads as tails
and tails as heads..
The God of coins
already flipped,
but still rotating
in the air.

Janus.
The God of every
branching
on The Tree of time.
He holds
the master key
to visionary insight..
And yet,
the lock it opens
is still rooted
deep in me.

How could he insert it
into my heart
and turn it counter-
clockwise..
set my troubled spirit
free..
Unless I tear it out,
still beating and alive,
out of the depths
of my chest cavity?