- creating the present, a time of one's own -

It's dark,
your cells are stars,
your blood, my liquid sky.
If it flows, I feel I could drown,
my thoughts dissolving.

Quick,
help me out,
this world is just too small for me;
they made it shrink with narrow minds:
shortsighted fools
always cause
longterm decay.

Slow,
help me find
the right pace,
the relativity of a time and space
where I can be myself
measuring my actions
on a human scale.

Sit,
we need to talk
of sex and politics,
of our children,
- with no haste -
in a world gone hazy.

Come,
let us find
our forgotten fondness for freedom
so that conformity/uniformity
will not define
the contours of my body,
the acuteness of your sight.

In lightness,
we need pure light.