sometimes I feel like my days are estranged
like Time disconnects me in every way
from that which I’m doing wherever I am
so I become one with the hourglass sand

my body is laying its hands on my soul
my thoughts are elusive, they come & they go
I focus my energy carefully now
yet wander as much as I’ve ever known how

my dreams carry rhythms that challenge my strife
they put me to death then they bring me to life
and what I’m left seeing and feeling is this:
the more I am present, the less I exist