Poetry

I admit it’s been a while since I watched a film/
in the franchise, so I know I’ve missed a lot in//
between sagas: births and deaths and resurrections,/
street racing evolving to makeshift space missions.

It’s better not to know.
If you knew, how would you stand it?

It’s better not to cry.
If you start, how would you stop?

Also, I am convinced
that hell’s not a place, but a journey,
heaven’s not earned, but spent,

and prayer is just another name for song.