Metaphysics

Let my eyes not fix the floor
when memories of the past swallow me whole
when eyes like mine stare back at me
from down below…
Let me not be seduced
by melancholy, nostalgia,
the present in the past
the present in the future–

Tense,
is all I am and all I can be
all I did, do, all I will
and the thoughts,
clobbering me to death
beneath the noise, the sound…
Everything there is moves through all that is
in physics, chemistry,
and I lean on something that is neither of this:
that, which is before that which is.

Skin to skin, bone to bone, breath to breath–
eye to eye
we barely see…
I move through the notion of love
and unaware of this,
the false idea of it moves through me.

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