"femtoseconds" poems
I dream in synesthesia…
Every synapse a new white breath of creation,
A universe spinning free from entropy’s oblivion
I dream in synesthesia…
And see a warming freedom that no body can measure,
A movement of thought erupting from nothing
I dream in synesthesia…
And taste life obliterating reality’s edge,
As it bursts into the expanse of forever
A beginning no body can destroy…
I dream in synesthesia…
And feel the grace of infinity giving way to split atoms
As femtoseconds expand to light years speckled with dust and gravity
I dream in synesthesia…
The sweet smell of passion pouring forth
Riding vehement pulses of fiery red light
I dream in synesthesia…
And hear the heartbeat on my skin,
As creation goes forth and breaths white once again…
I dream in synesthesia…
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
to most you say
a day
24 hours
and it is that simple
24 perfect little steps
to lead the way
and guide humanity through
an astronomical phenomenon
day and night
to me
a day is not
24 hours
nor is it 1440 minutes
not even 86400 seconds
i watch the milliseconds
the femtoseconds
speed by faster than
the photons that drive
the herd inhabiting this pale blue dot
how could they sleep through
the darkest moment of night
when the cool that
you thought couldn't be
on that cornflower blue
summer day
lazily flows across your face
and you feel the longing
that the fingernail moon
must carry for the sun.
how could they appreciate
every single exact color
as the sky brightens
lilacs running like chariots
from the sun still submerged
give way to effervescent
pastel pinks
like a gift for every baby girl
born that moment
until finally the sun pushes its way
out of the grasp of the horizon
and bursts like a blonde from a cake
bathing the world in its
mourning song for
the moon who always
slips just out of his grasp.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC