stuff about time

Who cares what the hand of fate is doing?

For while in it, the fingers are invisible but felt ghosts

Whispering and pinching on necks

Prodding the habitual clusters in the brains

Slamming doors in the night

The arm of fate lying heavy and dead

As a bag of sand

Across my calloused hymen

These are things I will never get to remember

Branches of my self pruned

So that I may grow strong in a line

With a twist or two of free will for aesthetic sensibility

Yes, the hand of fate is the extremity of a gardener

Perhaps the clippings of you constitute dreams and death?

Moderate minister to get new colors courage

Accumulating a range of living actual laters

Strings to now vascular karmic hermitage

Open the broad side the edge the crack in the pillow

And wedge your hair in transmit via drainage

What time did in you


this road goes under the ocean
between Oakland California and Aukland New Zeland
and all roads are one road-time

in a far field...
where your car can't go-
when your shoes fall apart
you are out of time
space is antagonistic to 
industrialized rubber?

time is right here always
but we don't have to be

time is a fire and 
intelligence is its fuel

keep time 
keep time 
keep it 
keep it 
keep 
keep...
keep it where?
in a space?

out of time and into the space 
where everyone keeps their time
shards of time 
lodged in discarded hearts
evidence of new hearts 
made of local mud and plastic
and call the geo-genesis "Roots"
progress
regress
egress
digress
dysgress
congress