is

This time remains so hard to focus
into whatever ruins it defines.

No.

Its time to say that goodbye dying
out with the light.

No.

Some time later, more left
for the unwillingly defied.

No.

All the time is imported,
all at once.

No.

Have time, haven't what it said you have,
which is more than what you have.

No.

Time is time without seeing it move,
time is seeing it without time to move.

No.

Oh time you depart and you arrive,
you shore up support without a fight.

No.

Time is my dear friend, it dribbles
static, and lays about in the sunlight.

No.

Press on. Press, press, press on the love
of time until it can no get no longer.

No.

Thin out time, time shears, time sheer time
you are bare and there is wind everywhere.

No.

Dam

Frustration.

Its so hard to watch
yourself cry under a tree,
harder still to stop.

March, Part One

Its safe to begin this again.
Right?
Well, no, the press has spoken
and the power can't shift
again.
Again.

Its best to remain lost,
they say.
They say they can't afford
lost circumstance
again.
Again.

The press is
phenomenon. Its best
to remain calm and
they will ask
again.
Again.

It starts so simply and
wisks itself into
battered optical
illusions
again.
Again.

Sense(i)

I have this thing about texture.
I have this thing about light.
I have this thing about water.
I have this thing about things where all things are filled with the things that have water, the things that have light, and the things that have texture.
And I like to try to hold them without touching.
I like to hold them without changing what they are.
This, of course, is impossible.
I have this thing for impossibilities.
I have this texture for things which are impossible.
It feels like light and water.
They like to splash together in whatever medium they can do so.
Imagine if we swam in light and saw with water.
I have this thing where I want texture to be seen as whatever touches it.
I have this thing for letting texture be changed by whatever touches it,
and then I watch the water carry the light away.
And I move on.