to encourage
that there is a
difference

in
the experience
of time

based on
the biological state
of

a being in motion

is to encourage the notion

that time is a sprectum,

not a moment.

i am flesh mound,
a tuft of cellular
division.

i have
word tools, face
moves and two
thousand years
of nothing.

i measure with
my eye
ball,
with a green

glass
bottle tint.

i understand the

depths of sadness

i understand why you

would reject

it in public.

all we want
is the moment

of conception

to continue.

to see in an
other

the reflection
of our origin,

the orgiastic
pleasure of
beginning.

the
funny thing
about myself
is that i don’t

often
see myself

only
the things
around
me.

you can’t get
past this why
would you

i can’t imagine

why you
would.