Self-Managing

You remember that time runs swiftly, but imagine there be no time and suddenly you’ve got infinity;

Infinity at your fingertips, infinity over your eyes and infinity under your skin.

Now you’re staring into a tangled ball of responsibilities and tasks in your hand, but imagine there is no entanglement and each becomes a jigsaw combining to fit the whole;

The whole of it all becomes complete and marks your achievements, the whole is comprised of many.

You start to feel a rush of momentum, an urgency propels you to fit pieces together into larger pieces to make a complete mass;

The complete mass is you, so you start to see just how the pieces fit.

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All Things Good

I sit inside of quitting time

I can see the paradoxical rift,

The give, the take, the sleeping awake.

So long sweet swinging vine

Your tail would wag if I could see it,

The backward sway, the pulling away, the not today.

My mind becomes needles

Someone else’s work is better,

The itch, the constant twitch, the forward pitch.

Sounds like clouds surround me

I can never understand the dream,

The chase, the place, the steady pace.

Grinding up my feelings now

Loathing lost continents and distant stars,

The curious, the furious, the down right delirious.

Sight is feeling outside the real

This is how I become free,

The stand, the hand, the promised land.

All My Coulds

Staring through this murky haze,

Could I receive my work in pieces-

Not by choice but could you, please,

Allow me this, another moment,

Could it wait just one more turn-

With the will to go on caring

Let me still my breath ’til morning,

Could you see me clearly wanting-

Another reason for believing

We send our messages to the skies,

Could you leave me to my thoughts,

Please, just go,

For I

Could not.