-struck love-
last night
I used my left hand
in the darkness
drawing again,
the world
has minutes to begin
in flower
mud and sand
I am
in
it,
inward
and
pop pop
sent,
doing this again
and again
a palpable
connection,
mind afloat,
felt
clean
time apart
split and present;
I keep saying cool.
I keep taking notes,
we each repeat another
fuss
might
birth
life,
I take back my time
fuzz,
I take back my mind,
love.
I know nothing
I see, humming,
I keep moving
I am free.
