Time to throw out space.
Things between things between things.
Nothing but fields of waste
ring within rings within rings.
Step into water.
Follow horizon’s line.
Stand behind the Author
of any given time.
Where do I go tomorrow?
It depends on yesterday.
If I can’t borrow
life is come what may.
All these words of wisdom
shatter in the stream.
Help me cross the schism
of Being and Non-being.
Hoping
Published in Poetry