Dear Time,
You display yourself on my chest
to stop the movement of my breath
to stop my heart
my heart counts it's beats
every 60 seconds are indefinite
This progress of existence remains
and the events from the past
present and future are regarded as
whole
You make these moments into
one
a long strain, or a heavy crumble of
miscellaneous
This morning nothing was
whole
I separated
disconnected
misplaced from my
body
my head floats
my body leaves me
The world becomes everything
I have wanted
hollow
to live in an empty
world is easy
but sometimes when
emptiness keeps filling
my cup
I realize the unmeasured
hours between midnight and noon