Because I've had time to think it through and the night is the breeding ground of philosophers and lovers
Because I’ve stood at the edge of the world watching
daylight come up from below the ocean and thought I want to live where the
sun sleeps
I need time to move on
I need time ticking in its ivory casements on the nightstand
in the churches I need time signaling out itself but contained
Because I am afraid of death and in love with its blackness
and forever and ever
Because I've had time to think it through I understand the
scythe and understand that it will feel like ice melting in my chest
Do I believe in the eternal in any way is it the place of
peddlers of ass to say what they believe in any category
Here is a small word that means nothing and here is my
thought on it and here is a flashlight to illuminate the darkest corners of
your own mind
I need time to move on
From this from myself from the ache of wanting to expand
forever
Because I want to be the universe stars swirling over my
flesh making me glow like I am bathed in semen under UV lamps
Because I've had time to think it through I am ready to
admit that I fail
I fail in being the universe as we all fail in being the
universe I am nothing if not a flesh bag full of life and that is it
And in this death which is the death of the younger idea
that I could be all things to all people
I need time to move on
But in that time and in that moving I find the faint seed of
growing
Because I am still nothing if not fertile and young and fire
in someone’s belly
Because I've had time to think it through and I may not be
the universe – yet – but I may someday bang my way there
I need time to move on
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