pushed into, turning
i play the part of a human
still posture, stiff conversations
not used to living a life
times-tried-tired, infirm
here, everything is work

under pressure
time is relative to inner state
 during life/death/pain experiences
seconds exaggerate, moments herniate

we aren't chasing to lose or find ourselves
but for a moment, to loosen times devout grip
experiences, junkies, newness
canvases stretched taught


for now, i play the part of a shell
an endless mirroring echo 
emanating from an undefinable swell

trying to forget, i am not real
 behind closed eyes
where lost images glow
a negative, an imprint
 memories etched on eyelids

Image by Chantal Anderson