it's just passing through you babyif it means your mind it'll be
brain bending miles per hours
through tunnels of sense
you'll mobilize the friction of
thoughts
if you want to ride on it honey
like external motions like buses
like trains - you'll sit beside people
who smell like garlic
and your ears will pop on air
planes
it knows the road you know
on which your revolving house sits
where you see the faces of memory
and spins you sweetheart till you feel
the world's round blurry
complexion
your journey's bumping beats
your heart sugar hard fast antici-
pating a comparison to what you think
is the past, like how humans pretend
to be more powerful than
time
but, that's what you'll say, "but"
as if creating a pause to own something
"wait" like you're in control
of a world that you were given
but movement won't wait to live my
love
-melissa