i could feel the crushed hourglass,

trickling down my hand,

melting my fingers as it

oozed downward with

steady nonchalance.



so i reached upward

to the ageless, abandoned cathedral

of searing blue truth

that pulled the seconds apart.


and i knew

(as my elbow was lost to time)

that i could not move mountains

but with the push of a sigh

i could destroy whorls of sand

into new empires



that with an intake of air

(the rise of my collarbone

disintegrating all the faster)

i could feel the tide

breathing for me



and that was enough

as i dissolved into the impossibility

of something.