Meteor

there are timeless conversations
about time and all the spaces
in between

there are hours, stretched like madness
in between our fingers waiting
to be heard

there is magic like reality
the kind i can believe in
this omniscient thing is laughing
through the door

and there are clocks that grin and heckle us
for dancing to their music
playing games we never learned the rules to
losing every time

there are stars just like forever
constellations in the fall
around the moon and they are
hanging by a spiderwebby thread that tries to
break and bring them crashing down
to kill the fire to ashes
make the smoke escape and swallow us
and tear us up with teeth like
metaphors are old and tired
i am simile-worn
drawn and melted down into
a color you can't see
with naked eye

if there is god, i can't recall his name
there is no human counterpart
the subterfuge delusions and the
sketchy bait and switch
there is an advertisement tucked in every
hymnal on the bench

wafer flesh and alcoholic blood
you, zombie cannibals
and i am somehow still the one
who's lost my mind

forward now, and time is ever
we are fireflies and woodsmoke
wrapped in circular perfection
every syllable in sync with every
molecule we breathe and in the spiral spinning
over all the rhetoric and sympathy
the universe is only here to shelter us with meteors
it's all below and we are at the top.