Mother and Father

Shifting paradigms and swinging pendulums forces Father clock to check his own time,

New dynamics and forward thinking upsets the foundations of old thoughts, old emotions.

Father clock answers to Mother time as they mold their universe,

One millisecond at a time following carefully timed steps like square dancing deities,

We are the gods of our own universe—

The stars mimic our own existence—

But we still fall thrall to the consequences of persistence,

Two gods, two dimensions,

Two intentions to close the distance between Father clock and Mother time…so that this doesn’t take this long.

At least not 47 days.

Sitting Grin

I have witnessed the care drip from the veins of my split wrists,

I stared deeply into the pool of blood on the ground because I couldn’t bare what we’ve done to myself.

She sat across from me,

Dark wooden chair for a dark sister with a dark stare,

Her chin sat in her palm as she stared me in my faltered eyes,

I grabbed her other hand and she only once kept me in my last seconds of a fleeting attempt to save the life of us both.

Now when she “rests” I watch the consequences of her insights annihilate the boundaries of her dreams,

She only believed in one type of death.

Eins

One is enough,

I don’t need two thieves one stealing my mind and the other my heart,

One is more than enough,

I’m not fond of the inadvertent collaborative strain snatching scissored snippets of my spirit,

I don’t need two stealers running from me in opposite directions-

I feel I might not ever find myself again and be lost on recollection,

My arms are only wide enough to hold one person,

The whole of one person, the weight of their character…and still have enough energy to hold myself-

When work is bad,

When my thoughts begin to stab the soft parts of my brain,

When the hair stands up on my neck for no reason,

When the chills hit the chest and sweat takes rest in the bends of my arms,

When that silence starts to sting my eardrums like needle to the foot,

And when I feel the weight of a thousand memories…crushing the crown of my head…

One is more than enough because I need myself.