too much | poem

poetry

walls close in

a daybreak

*

brings on

a nightfall

*

of hope wishes

tossed down a well.

*

static time

shrinks idle thoughts,

lost in darkness.

*

and time

sometimes finite

and eternal

*

bloats the gut

swells the mind

*

with too much

or little enough

time.

*

you are presence

still, as though

a monument.

*

know

and do not

know

*

how and when

time will expire.

*

melt time

like Dali’s clocks

*

un…