time, sharp like a pin stuck in the palm
of my hand; fists clenched into balls and gritted teeth.
unbelievable, the flimsy notions of knowing and being
scratched into consciousness; the ego persists to exist
and i am left standing in the midst of the seemlessness of this:
time, forking a river of blue ink on white sheets.

songwind trails behind,
thoughts unfurl and unwind.
soft gestures speak swiftly,
the heart lurches upwards
and out.