Our invented system
of a linear
marching
mechanical
time
limited to the miniscule
dime a dozen
is so ridiculously
simplistic
All the gods and ghosts
aliens and ancestors
sorcerers and superheroes
laugh in our faces
nose to nose with us
through the veil
of a parallel universe
on the other end of a
collapsing string portal
Lifetimes pack into moments
one trapped lung full will feel like a month
3 sweet days can last a lifetime
or a lifetime can wish for 3 sweet days
inside the tick tock of our maniacal minds
refusing to pause
long enough
to fracture the fractal patterns
that we restrict ourselves to
Fortunately, sometimes
the universe meanders
down another avenue
pulled by a pulse
of magnetic rhythms
and reverberating layers
surfacing the submerged
years of fear and hurt
that only the heart can hear
All it takes
is a decision to break
traditions, habits and systems
of a dysfunctional commitment
to the identity of an island
to an eternity of silence
a refusal of the refusal to say
those 3 little words
that can unravel you
in an instant