Duality of Substance
For a short while:
Time moves backwards.
We are seated on the bed, sated and laughing.
You never have been able to inhale, but there are ways around that.
I lose myself in the coming and going.
This could be the future, or yesterday, or twenty years ago.
But also my plans for the weekend.
And maybe I don’t know what time is, or what age is,
because it’s all much less linear than I’d presumed.
Not just in this moment, but in all of it -
A whole comprised of two parts, rarely in harmony.
Insurrection on the cellular level,
warring against the incorporeal.
For a short while:
We are seated on the bed, and nothing else matters.
Just your green eyes,
my sharp tongue.
And time ceases to exist.
4:24 p.m. - 2023-09-01
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