Space, where we are…work play where
we breathe where we live consists of
time and motion sometimes stopped
always moving slow slow slow some-
times but it is fungible…it bleeds across
understanding across moments waiting
for meaning and always there no matter
where we are we are there
Time stains us with mitigation and with
graduations of yesterday today tomorrow
while speeding ever speeding toward
the other side of now, the minute lost
tossed and put away until motion and
meaning, movement and maintenance all
conspire toward an end state proposed
and ultimately completed.
Us as we stare across the divide between
time and space knowing knowing knowing
that they are flip side coins spinning in the
great nothing…in the emptiness between the
something we call life call living call when we
call anything…time, space, us all vibrating all
everything and nothing moving with and for,
against and simply here and now.