Someday you'll remember that this Right Now 

was a better Right Now. Those big feelings,

squeezed into small places, walled by fruitless 

accounting and exuberant faces,

opposed low ceilings. What if we could go

back in time to before I dropped your mug 

or forward to a rinsed pastoral since

you’ve let it go? We’d come to our senses

like up for air; after a justly hug 

themed walk-and-talk, adopt a non-silly 

way of living. You’d stumble on fewer

yesteryears (self-harming after the fact)

and I'd learn how to stem this crude wanting

and what that means for our prismoid future.