Some nights seem slippery,
more than I like, lately
maddeningly abstract
yet deeply intimate,
infusing every
word and gesture…

and breath

I wake to the sound
of dark, without detail
underanemptysky

or maybe
underground,
in a cavern or
falling thru space

I might be dreaming
I could be dead.

Time moves one direction
but I move all directions
and take time with me

I tell time