A curious rhythm

Here
I understand the movement of things 
the coming and going of time
a curious rhythm 
Now
there is the sensing 
of the spaces 
the inbetweening
harmony 
This
is the sound
of no beginning
singing together 
with no end

Aside

I have no name
when I’m alone
Only
möbius skin

The tilting of time

I often think
about depression
and anxiety
and the sensation of time
The feeling that
at some point
your mind tilted the future
And now
it presses down
on your chest
the whole lot of it
all at once
and my god
it’s no wonder
you cannot breathe
But the thing
to try and see
and it will be hard
there is no doubt
is that you don’t
have to do it
all at once
The future
is just
a lungful
at a time
In
and out
In
and out
You couldn’t breathe
it all at once
no matter how much
you wanted to
no matter how much
you try
It won’t feel easy
tilting your mind back
to just a lungful
of the future
But the thing
about life is
It’s very much
like breathing
the ups and downs
are the way
that it works

Infinite skins

Living inside
infinite skins
this nothingness
on fire

Oak

Strong roots
curious for ground
the earth
returns intrigue
This luscious gesture
to the sky
folding frolics
in the wind

To rest beneath
embracing oak
enraptured
arms outstretched
A silence floats
on falling leaves
where no voice
sings you still

Untranslated

I think
I better
understand
shatter
than
untranslated
whole

Life

Life
the gentle
gesture
greets
the roaring
terror-
me

?

Where does writing
stop
and being
begin
?
I never was
good
at boundaries

Ghost flower

Woven
ghost flower
memory’s taste
This
broken basket
holds
No petals protect
infinite nothings
The breeze
blows brightly
through

Socks

Someone else’s socks
from someone else’s life
The time our thoughts
tumbled together
like our laundry