we all know it.
we all have differing amounts of it.
we’re all doing the same cha cha cha!
we’re walkin through a waterfall, and we all at grab the same things
on the other side
we reach for each other and hold our arms up like victors
as our horses bleed
the horses being wednesday and saturday
they are the times we have left of our beds needing many more hours
with our loved ones
and knowing that the street is not as us
yet, unable to stop moving
we get one snap in the eye of it all to say it all-
and hell
maybe that helps
maybe the heaped stimulus of work has it’s time now
to give us that hammer we need
to know that our lives are numbered by irriversible clocks
that untwine in the furtherness of how we will be
so for now
we are given an untidy space, with a number
to say what we mean
before
we’re driven away.