Waking up hazy with clarity boiling
Below the subconscious,
“Don’t think, are you thinking?”
A memory faultily feigning fallaciousness
Masking the past is the past is the past.
A glance or a blink or a twitch of the eye
And the air thickens, filled with intensity’s soul.
A life is a sliver of time slowed to nothing
In moments of brevity, terseness, expedience.
Slowness is toned down to flash frames of substance
Unknown, but importance is hardly just so.
Not saying no is not nothing unnecessary,
Words, though important, are crushed under night.
A reverse chronological changing of light,
“Are you thinking?”
“No, I’m just looking outside.”
A smirk softens, now just a curve on the right
As more clarity dawns upon detailed sight.
Hardly holding a breath, hardly able to breathe,
Turning hindrances into much less to believe.
Delusions are squandered and torn piece from piece,
Reconstructed as something of newness complete.
As complete as is possible, plausible, pondering:
What is now needed to fill in all needs?
“Shhhh, no more thinking…”
A pause, sounds deplete.
“I will think…
Think of how this all makes my heart beat.”