stones (prime permanence)

it fell like stones
it felt like stones anyway

history revealing itself
as future dread
that tomorrow
is yesterday hiding
in the details
which become facts
truths blessing
the way
i am not the way
i ought be
i remember living

like a cat-keeper
for a woman seldom there
work and play
kept her away
home late
saturdays group play
sundays newspaper &
car ride alienated escapee
there was nothing
left but for me to see
myself as an accessory

so today
is yesterday revisited
fraught with stones
not easy to avoid
galling bruises
to reactivated synapses
i thought disconnected
by a simple willing
all i wanted was
to contradict the known
to embrace

all that was hoped
but stones fell
i felt the stones.