after the coffee hits
and the engine moves its gears quicker,
i pour over
what i have written you.
inspecting it, feeling it
until i send it away,
until i close that window.
i am in the present moment
again.
empty with no food.
bright eyed,
bushy tailed.
and the engine moves its gears quicker,
i pour over
what i have written you.
inspecting it, feeling it
until i send it away,
until i close that window.
i am in the present moment
again.
empty with no food.
bright eyed,
bushy tailed.
but i haven't either.
talked to that angel
and then
another one.
(seems they can get to me
now.)
what have i given
or taken
to have this?
what gold
what silver
how much
did i forget myself
on account
of your
emptiness?
(and what did that do
what ripple did that cause?)
i will ask
as if i don't know.
(it is vulnerablility
or foolishness
to keep that
speed
and exit
for the past.)