I must re-mind myself
I've this lousy concept
Of time

Will this tear ever feel
Like yesterday's paper

Will her face shoot me
Forward through space

Like wormholes
Getting us
Where we need to be

I look at you
and the world turns
into flowers

I would very much like to jump
off the page
I would like to enjoy anew
perspective,
more depth,





                        if you will
help me off the ground --
these are just words --
help me live in this space
and be a poem.

You are all the great words.