Time
There are never enough
stretched moments
to cover my naked love
To clothe
To map the contours
Of possibility
Possibilities
constrained by blueprints
to life fulfilled
to boys meeting girls
to bells ringing
and seeded rice dreams
of forever
Forever
holds its secret irony
sitting messily
outside boundaries
A beggar of questions
one, two, how many lifetimes
Promises hopelessly flawed
Flawed
Because time is false
It presents as a path
a golden thread leading
out of the darkness
When truly it is a heap
Of jumbled moments and unmade choices
Choice
Opens and closes
Each new universe
So when I choose you
Amidst every other held fork
I create from blood and ripped tears
A world made of you, of me
of us
Of time
