I want to wake up
In the morning and look out
Dramatically, good posture
Towards the horizon of the day
Chest out arms akimbo
Stretch a light ray
Pull some time….

As 500 serpents curl up to sleep
A crack rips through the entirety of a whole foods shop
One day it’ll make sense
The folding of time
Sequences and morsels of little images
Or memories or whatever
Collective consciousness of a great catastrophe
The glimpses we get that
Come crashing in
The rip within
When you tread on the spongey moss ground
Feels like a fall from a great height
It will be just as exhilarating
But crystal clear
Like a diamond funnel,
Refracting to a point of sharp perfection.