i can not do the thing
doing the thing is the prime directive
of the grandiose narrative
that I am telling
to myself and my phantom of you

this thing is of great importance,

i really want to emphasize that
rationally i cant justify
how excited i get
or the nervous energy
that possesses the minutiae
which move me
forward and backwards
from you

everything happens
it never is, it does
if i could slow it all down
if i could arrest the clocks
put a damper on the ticking
and elongate the tocks
i would take all that surplus
to spend more time with you