I bud off
into another I
whomb follows non-phantoms
moving outside
Saturday’s
reflection decrescendos and
Acting on the nowbeat
Snow forms
I bud off
into patient I
watching the reality rain
at nightside
Tomorrow’s
shadow rectangles
into loud, tumbling
possibles and
I bud off
into identical I
watching the barley fall
in strange crescents
I stare
At one minute
Becoming a new one
Do you play by your own rules, time?
I glare
I ask
Do you slow when I’m not looking?
And minute on minute
Unblinkingly
Time nods
time will show us the
rigidity of have to
and of hurry up
“Not today.”
standing outside
when streetlights
turn on, it was
beautiful all
along outside,
where i could
have had a day –
maybe died –
and yet if fate
is a real thing,
there are moments
where you are
invincible where-
ever you breathe
loneli-
is waiting eve-
though seasons rive like scal-
acriss-cross our touch memori-
for cont-
take in
too much intake
your taking took me by
“surpise!” (take away thirteen
birthdays)
my hourglass holds
one grain of sand for telling
the present moment
standing outside
when streetlights
turn on, it was
beautiful all
along outside,
where i could
have had a day –
maybe died –
and yet if fate
is a real thing,
there are moments
where you are
invincible where-
ever you breathe
it is
always my
most recent moment
it is
not my choice
for most of my life
it is
like a leash
that yanks back the dog
it is
always mine
this present moment
wound up
in the present
tense – following my air –
with all this awareness my brain
can watch
my breath
my molecules – all mine – until
a fresh, wet present tense
murders the last
then dies
beneath
the fresh, wet grasp
of a new present tense –
when i try to control my breath
i tense
my brain
wound up as if i were a watch
then, without awareness,
my body breathes
for me
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