I measure the distance–
Us
Speed over time
A number close to my mouth
At the very least, to my presence
As a dim light phased across the rain-painted window,
I observe
As every spectrum hit
The teardrop on the tissue
Even each second for white noise
tabulated carefully
for this experiment
To rationalize my theory
Miles per second

A single heartbeat,
Cold and Collective
Estimated each decibel,
A sonar to the depths of my body
Hollowed by this

Enough.
My mind now numb in the witching hour
Curling my body towards sleep;
A heart left awake;

Now, holding what I knew was close
A frame to contain
These painted smiles
of now fastened teeth
Hanging dead
A breath
Shrill,
Still,
Time is Space.