resolution

years ago now

it seems like only
minutes and seconds

the time is time
oiled like an old
stain made by framed
painted automatica

i have felt fleeting glimpsed
crazed dreams

nothing more
nothing less

seems harmless

but of all the things
i rack through the reality

trawl and track

finding only this
and sometimes tears
in theirs

the framing of the picture
for i know not the painted
forefront of any remembered reality

the point in time this is putting me in
placed in the things i have done
to make the glistenen on the surfaces
i now observe as memory

is it real?

is it a thing
a reason
a direction?

i want for nothing
but hold it all
inside me

because

the cause is time and
its effluent product

reality, like draining blood
from poeres of
suicidal mortality

it seeps but tries to
be with you my love

and for all you lost
i sit and bend & weep for

forever we hold
in the show of the
slow cooker of shows

time, the place that we are
the given
we are the takers
the feelers of the now
we cannot be anything but other

i , with you stand waiting to fatten out
in the cold air
of harbours made
from taking talk to bridges

i simply say

we are just

we are ok

you are all love

be it

be true

there is a killer out there baby

she calls herself time

you'd be wise
to see the difference
twixt babies fluid eyes and
death as it approaches

i sat and held the hand of death

it was the pale effigy of a father

the nurses told me

it ends now
or even sooner