I have an iron gate between my jaw lines.
A lock and pull systems of levees.
Thoughts burst forth, swallowing the space around my face.
Painting an invisible mask of energy,
Donning my molecules with sating sparks.

Watch how it glimmers when my temples start to feel dense.
I concentrate to feel the pressure,
This eye sight that is blind to most.
You can tell which ones see the strings...

Our life is what you call "sans" puppeteer.
The tethers you see don't lace the fingertips of any hand,
The twine is threaded by the actors passed.
The costumes of their experience clothe the drama soon to begin.

I hover with expectation....
Knowing what will come, but also what will never be.
This feeling is hard to explain.
Believing so much in something, but your description falling on death ears.

A tree is falling,
Breaking away into its existence,
or lack there of....
Has time stopped?
or when we rot,
does it still...
tick.
tock.