memories. keeping time.

I am fanning my fears
with instability
low and languid
falsities
falling away.
in this sense of
timing
there are deaths
and balances caught in my hand
there are no remedies to release
no fantasies to decree
only the sweet sad taste
of faith
and belief
and a bottle of wine
holding memories,
keeping time.

this night

you can’t hold it
you can’t touch
the taste
the fear
or fire
it weaves between decision
and desire
forgiveness
and derision
stumbling.
blindness
or insecurity
faith
or reciprocity
we are alive
and it’s not time
to step aside
to fly
or die
just yet

so sit
silent
savoring
this night.