on the way I'm disheartened
my hands are driving and
it's a hinge time this wordless time
pushing open the horizon

10.56, driving away from boredom
not dismembering nothing or
remembering silence collects in
drifts around my feet hovering
over the asphalt at 80km/h

there was sound like clarity before
our atoms converged into these forms of
energy condensed the world is a wavelength
and I'm driving home scrubbed clean
watching the outside through a window as
though it only happens to other people

I can taste the inside of my mouth leading
all the way through the thick of me
my mouth is mourning what ricochets away
spinning into space

there is space beyond; show it to me

there is time to be taken there is
there is time to be taken there is
here, heart, here and there is
breath & lung loving air there is
gas returning, heart there is
breath and I am breathed &
breathing I am here, heart,
limbs of muscle-wrapped bone &
nerve there is time to be taken
here I am here I am
breathing