it’s hard for me when my dead return
in my dreams vibrant, healthy not knowing
they’re already gone or perhaps it’s me
who’s made the jump, done the traveling,
challenged the dimensions, gone to the spirit world
where it’s like how I imagined déjà vu when I was
seven years old
another complete universe
all of us on Mars
just one second ahead of
all of us on Earth
and sometimes a slippage
a leaking from the container
too full to hold it all