do the seconds
of my life
pile upward like
a tottering tower
or slurry downward
like sand into
the sea?
perhaps a life-time
is a fire-arrow
like a meteor arcing
across the sky
upward is the way
to heaven
being rests
timeless
in the human
heart
for now,
i happen to have
a wounded brain––
i think and there’s
no thought
i hear not quite
well enough
& the meaning’s
lost
my eyes are
squinting at a future
that is no longer
clear
what will i
see
when i greet
the sun
with closed
eyes?
will our hearts
be beating
in the time after
time?
we are as free
as freedom itself
to be