the unity of page

standing on the edge of power

dipping in my toe

t -- o -- e

what do you feel

when the clock stops timing 
you

timing things

if things feel ready to boil

ready to go

then hold  hold  hold

i love to feel the breath of

space-time in my mind’s 
thought stream 
place

i’m climbing into a singularity

known as me

as my   
own

tap tap tap

crow’s beak on my

window pane

sliding into the back seat of

my mind

driving into the time 
of my life

besides breathing moment

lines of interlocking

herefulness

i flip coins

as it were

last is not the time to introduce

novelty

nor the time to scrape bones

or whipsaw perpetuity

decidedly no

secretly i mention

number code

observe it unlock

the catacomb inmind

winged beasts  birds  serpents of the air  and a gorgon’s snakey hair  payment in kind  stop