ON TIME'S CRANIUM
is an ellipsis between the past & the present
& you're a body displaced from
every mirror reflecting unbrokenness.
a bird sang your ode
a girl rose from your skin
& became a tide returning with stale memories.
nothing stayed for too long in your heart
only nights opaque with dreams
& ashes of days burnt by the sun.
& between the present & the future
is a long & lonely road tarred with shadows
& you're somewhere on god's tongue
finding the end to the end of darkness,
how to write words like 'love' on a blank page
& watch it grow into butterflies,
how to hang your hope on a height
not far from your hands & sight
& how to craft your soul
till she understands only the language of the sea & evening sun.
like the way dates are assembled on a calendar
every second comes with a different voice
& you're a poem on time's cranium
waiting to be read by life & her rival.
live, die, resurrect & live again
there are no ends to wars like this
you keep fighting till your footprints
becomes you- living celestially.