ruby, quartz, diamond
steel, titanium and those things
on the right side of elements
in a table written and
adjusted and edited:
next to the click and the
stitch and the solar cell,
which
recharges the
escalation of every grin
and fuck up
that binds our wrists
like leaving one year behind
and three ahead.
it’s dodging the fabric of
displaced timing
like a roar coming over
the hills
caught up in
straw and spruce and
the cerulean sentience
of instant aether,
like we are fifteen
hiding the white
under our lips that
cajole and shake
and move a moment
spinning off the scented
silence of that mirror
reflecting the lights
of a million slips.
laughter is
timing the location,
which is
a stage we paint tomorrow
amidst the clomp of feet
and the chorus of flattery
that likes to lay the arch of
passing and missing and
finding and knowing and
understanding that the
second slipping by
on the gear of ruby
and quartz and diamond
of a paused watch
is
found in the glances
showing time is everything
but a stop.