how vicious / pretentious
clock ticking between borders
a war zone
my conscious mind—
abilities to be at peace

our cycles unlike oceans—
they roar like lions on mountaintops
i feel my heartbeat
only time would tell
tick tick
the universe at work
undercover officer of fate
answering the fight of debate

how vicious the suede,
heat still clinging to your arms—
you held me like a performance,
but the universe holds me with truth

at 2:30 a.m. i awake
roll a cigarette
nervous system on high alert
and trust
or work—
relations flowing from
earth
my calling in the hands of the maker
yearning for palms or tall pines
waiting for the knot in my spine
to release