pull up, pull away
said again from furious
learned need of wrong perception
no one can really tell me
but me
curiosity and patience
have leaped out of my pockets
looking left, then right
forgetting that the clock instead
yearns to measure thought, not speed
to instead, feel the glow
one of a slower roll
Or another moment will be
simply processed
and not remembered
drag the match across
rough surface
to lighter air
for the now, not exit
long be the wick
skipping stones 