Fortda

You don’t have to endorse
Freud’s interpretation
Of what a child’s after

To gather the idea’s
Wider application—
To throw it all away

And have it handed back,
Then again and again,
That would be the good life,

No burden permanent
And no permanent loss.
Gone! Here! Gone! Here again!

There’s a planet somewhere
Or a cosmos somewhere
Where the rules allow this,

Where there is a real god
Or action of some kind
That swoops in forever

To reduce entropy
Just when life would like it,
Just when life wants life back.