In the aching light.
I stand for a long time thinking how small your hand.
I had held at some previous time,
though it was nothing I could put my tongue to.
My personality at this time:
say, elusive at best
an annihilated jumble.
The throbbing in my leg
becomes audible time.
The central question
I was forced to revisit time and time again
in his sessions was: ‘Where did?’
I slipped in and out of consciousness.
At times when I opened my eyes he was sitting beside me.
By this time his voice radiated menacing intensity.
Disaster, he had told me.
If ever there was a time
when a little external structure was required.
Sounds settle into a dull murmur.
By the time I have dressed they are completely silent
Swedenborg was explicit this time:
we must take one of the ambulances to the crash site
and blend in with the other rescue crews.
Over the clumped terrace houses:
a pyramid flashes four times in the sky
I pull off my latex gloves.
It is time.
Did I love you enough
at the time?
Lifted into warmth
that time on the barge
that may or may not.
There are not many boats moored this time of year,
still fewer residents. Just you. Just I.
A signal lodged in the sky.
Throbbing into existence four times.
Four is the heart’s time sequence:
equal by equal.
Some genetic paradigm
to orient myself next time around –
But she may have died in the end this time.
I hope so.
Remember what happened last time?
Over the lens.
I study her boat for a long time
extrapolate her movements from the shift of the hull in water.
We both turn our heads
to the timer
watch the last sand drain from the glass.
Suddenly and stare
at the ceiling through your eyes.
I hear your childish voice for the first time.
For the first time
it is some time else.
It is time to meet the sonic chambers.
He laughs again,
this time as a baby might – all gums and drawn lips.
He walks away, a column.
Of the building’s staggering height.
In recent times it has come to serve another more private purpose
Obelisk Enterprises reserves all rights
to manipulate time, space and any collected data.
Three times in the sky ridge a void in the dream.
Channels I have calved.
Her mouth moves all the time
breath squeezed from between lips in a repetitive, controlled gesture.
She mumbles ‘life can be hard sometimes
but I really quite like it.’
Three times it has all fallen through my fingers.
If you fail to materialise at this time you will receive no further communications.
Time is very big.
1 August 2016