Somewhere Else
Somewhere Else
there
in the midtone gray near distance
I am
eyes open and closed
howling outside and in
standing or floating
at once
the cool hydraulic swirl within me
chases the horizon out and out
in a cloud of tiny metal balls
I'm turning over and over
the machine pulse is smooth and heavy
I drop
and bounce along a glass floor
rolling perfect sphere
the locus of points
equidistant from birth and death
once there was no time
or all time when you look
but now it's as if
I'm called again
to spend today
and buy tomorrow
to slow the crushing dawn of night
to kiss the twilight lips of heaven
Copyright © Paul Trimble | Year Posted 2022
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