Still Pink The Sky

still pink with morning

a pair of mallards wing over

high damn that crow

came in just as fast

making its target a

nest of small songs

yet to come, hatch

whathaveyou it will

never be exactly the

same way twice, love

nomatterwhat you do

THE PAIN

THE PAIN

It is real

Like Grief

A balloon inflating inside my chest

Sounds sad wail out

Rains fall cold overlooking

The straights of round windowed patios just

Dress warm i imagine

Holding you there inside

It is real touch

Warm of your hands cold apon my face

Like Tears

Diffused at my ankles and cold metal

I push inside of you, your jacket

Rain drops cold on bare cheeks too

Your warm skin

Steam floats off

39 1-19-18

TODAY

 

The storms comes and with it great change

So if time obeserved is change, too

And the reverse holds true as in physics and movement

Where inertia is a slowing of movement bringing it back to balance

As it aways seeks, the nature of things it is

And stillness is only the smallest movements unseen for the eye

The eye is in motion apon this planet as well, but the book

We will use the book as example, and equal pressure from the table it sits

So it appears in stillmess, yet

Now with time, as well, it appears as one thing until

Until we observe it and what if we do something to create the imbalance

May we go through the wormhole or some space time vortex

One light year is 6Trillion miles, but

His laser pen light took 14 seconds to reach the nebula and appear

In the computer screen, so is this

Is this proof of time travel, and do we do this by creating change

Forcing a gap in the space, by creating imbalance?