I lived in stolen hours.

In time that was not supposed to be mine.

The gaps between seconds others missed

where the clock forgot to tick

and the world froze on it’s axis

the sun stopped its slow death

and I all I could hear was my own heartbeat

slow, measured, and timeless.

August 30, 2014 6

Small Universe

You are carrying a universe

I can see it glittering,

blazing beyond the foreign violet

tones of your sight

I can hear it in

your songs like howling wind,

like something that comes from the sky

I can see it as

you spread your arms and jump

a smile dancing on your pale face

your serene expression

as you come hurtling down toward the sea

that smashes your skull and fractures your heart

You thought your universe was carrying you

but you were carrying it

August 27, 2014 1

In my dreams

lions cry

golden tears

August 26, 2014 2

Into the Core

Into the Core

You are

in the center

of a lake with

ice so clear

you can see right

through it.

Into the Earth.

Above and underneath

red fish sparkle

like the drops of blood

that fall silently from

the corners of

your unseeing eyes.

Your skin pressed

against the water

listening to the moans

that ripple across

the surface as

though the universe

is crying.

And you are still

motionless

as all around you

ice becomes

a spiderweb

and the lake grabs

you and pulls

you into its core.

August 22, 2014 4

White

When I woke up I thought everything was gone. But then I realized everything could not be gone because I was still here.

I looked around. The light was bright and glaring like I was staring directly at the sun. It should have been painful. But it wasn’t.

Maybe everything was still there; I just couldn’t see it yet. Just like to darkness my eyes would soon adjust to the light. I stayed completely still. Waiting. Waiting for the outlines of mountain ranges to rise from the pale oceans, the bleached ground to appear underneath my feet, my hands to become visible.

How much time had gone by? Did time have a color? I was not sure anymore. Maybe it had had a sound. I listened for something, but even the sounds seemed white, the echoes colorless. I tried to move my hands, but I didn’t know where I was, where I began, or where I ended. It seemed I was everywhere and nowhere all at once.

August 17, 2014 2