loll in time, bask in piles of minutes
I know will run out like tacks in a
whole day before me like a feast of hours,
me in seeming eternity that darkens
am left wondering at splashed stars on the roof of being, the moon
like an owl looking back at me as I stand in the cooling yard among
the sleepers stretched out in their beds,
tidy houses just far apart enough to not offend like business men
positioned just so in an elevator.
time here is measured with your heartbeat.
eyes float in space, see me, are silent.
are beautiful when you remember to love me, sere and punctured when
you do not.
am an exoskeleton, whose fresh, winged life is with you.
here at all.