memorybank : water

Once - you stuck a coin in a slot machine so a robot in a plexiglass lit up cage could tell you your fortune ... I snapped my fingers and you smiled with your eyes : and suddenly the corner streets began to talk and the saints came alive out of the cement sidewalk castes and watched as you took the slip of paper from the doll : time was malleable here and ALL times came alive in this moment and since then - I've never experienced it the same ...

If I could give you a coin from Chronos

that would stop the clock and stretch each minute to an hour I would

If I could crack open the hands of time and plant the minute hand on the hour one and throw the hour one - like an arrow shot from the bow of Artemis - into eternity - I would

If I could make eternity slip inside the seams of everyday - and give you a million more hands to hold up the fabric of each season - so that you might find that silent space alone - I would

If I could bathe you in an ice bath - and shower you with fire - and make you stand renewed - in the place where snake skins lay and Phoenix feathers moult - I would

If I could be your nighttime song - and cradle your fears - and ease your head - erase the judgement of blinded eyes that watch you dance - I would

If I could knead the doughy part of your dreams and sprinkle sugar flakes - like diamond frosted snow flakes - onto the horizon line of your visions - I would

but instead I am here as a whisper , a haze , a ghostly lively spirit , a playfull spark against the sunlit waterways , a pathway marked by stained sunlight on the sand , a wave that trembles as it seeks new ground and land , a highway song , a robot text  , sung on sunken sight lines , stung on salted pearlnotes , hidden in the dark :

now instead - I am your water in the sky

full of clouds seed :

clouds of seed -

I hover heavy overcast

I am the sweat you taste as you chase the dog up the hill

give the queen her dues

I wear no clothes - yet you see me masked : as the emperor once was

when he proudly strutted naked cross the land and his subjects cheered him on admiring his "new clothes" ;

shrouded in a veil made of haze : laced in light - stitched in time - cut in filmy flimsy fragmented glass -

I am you in a flash ! -

a gaze you find in the other

a glazed cheesecake mashup

a tea tree oiled dream

I am nonsense and nothing

And yet now - in my fragmented state

I am everywhere - and nowhere at all ...

Yet still / these human skins I wear in the day - and shed in the night

these thoughts that elate me

then sedate and entice me

that illicit such "irrational" dreams

( aren't all dreams irrational ? )

only a goddess would dare to believe in

still - these ( sometimes ) heavy human skins

will do nothing -

to snuff out the light

in the space

that is made

when Kairos calls

us to the stage ...

and for that -

I need no coin of Chronos

to stretch open

the boundaries of linear time - nor care to give you one either - because when I close my eyes - and open my mind - I don't need it - but find you instead in my head and my dreams - alive - and then I can breathe and save so much time ...

And I do hope - it is there -

in the silence behind

each waking moment

beyond the duties of the day

that often is only found in sleep -

that you can also find yourself anew -

or at least have

a minute

to remember

the beauty

every part

of you /

and you alone

whole -

and always true ...

And I'm here : as your alarm clock along the tide of each changing day

that shakes out the spine

of a waking wild night