all of all

i am told

i must remember

that this

is better than

what was then

but

i am eight and running with my dog

who later died to an echo of my grandma saying

that heaven held no humans

only lost pets waiting for pats

like sunsets glowing

at themselves in a mirror

spent on years of you

now asking that same ancient breath

if there are infinite universes

a nod

are there universes where there aren’t infinite universes

a contradiction

are there universes where contradictions are allowed

a don’t know

from the voice that said that there was a way

to know everything including

me when i am realigning an airstream with a paper-plane turned-kite

cutting into a war i can only imagine for it happened once long ago

where bones like mine are buried

with family names reflecting across the sky

in the lost language of clouds

which tell me once more

to remember

that this

is better than

what was then

for tomorrow

will never come fully

and if does

it rains

in all the universes

and heavens