emptying

movement from the center
of known
torpedoes of light
fastforward
leave a blinding pain
& yet tethered to this dust,
roar of interior places
beats squeeze from the heart
freefalling into self
without landing,
spaces widen
& pain eagerly fills them,
this vessel
seemingly fragile
eases to the floor:
the movement is so frightening

kronos/kairos

did you wonder
what the time meant
when the minute of a dream
turned over on the clock of reality?

semplice

be not afraid
of time spent
stewing in magnificent turmoil
just live
& breathe