Found freedom in time’s shadow
The sweat of colour, formed of day’s-
orbit in featherflake pollen
–
where I am
when you cannot see me
–
dawns ripples
in the folds of oblivion
unfurling the hold of a cloud,
–
light as the warm flirt of water’s
depth, mirrored in the ascension
of my gaze, the wind unwinding
pasts from the medially lingering
scales to the membrane of our sky,
–
universed in the light of a starry blink
ephemerally
stranding the milky way
in the melting bliss
of holding all of this, knowing that i am
no longer myself but behind the becoming
of everything, out of the infinitely prisming Galaxy
that disperses in the cerebellum of time
