I do not begrudge this loss of awareness
Tally-ho, onward she marches
As relentless as the spin of earth about the sun
She is the spinning earth
She is the growth of vegetation
She is the deepening creases in my cheeks
Terrors injects every moment passed
The minute swells with the fat of missed opportunities,
Compounded by fear of its potential
Bursts, then gone
An empty carcass torn open by its own contents
If only possible
Too many swollen minutes
Spread the wealth!
Alleviate the pressure
Only moment without consciousness
Pull and thrust of time diminished
The necessary keeps on
Takes only a
So. Much. Time. Left.
Try not to panic
Spread the wealth
There’s enough to go around.
~A. Bees 2-10-09