At the movies

The future’s fiction and the past is gone
In a flash of fishes’ scales and eyes
False memories   create playlets  we act in

We work too hard ,ignoring love’s kingdom:
The kingfisher, the  heron,  the dove’s sigh
The future’s fiction and the past is gone

Like  Felix  we will go to earth alone
No Jesuit  priest to pray before we die.
False memories  comfort, when the poet’s done

The acts we do when mindful urge love on
Create direction,  for the future pay
The future’s fiction and the past is gone

God may be a fiction to the  dumb
God may be a monster   to defy
Mixed memories   frozen  hard  our ethics stun

The eye may open like the silver sky
We see with wider vision, feel and sigh
The future’s fiction and the past is done
Our memories   create movies  we act in