The exercise of intellect perhaps better is an exercise
One where I learn space - a cat knows and I have a few
Stretches - a sleeping pattern. A draft perhaps of existence
I want time both to stop and go at the speed of light
To end and endure the pattern of of my life
It’s nice
It’s quiet
Then it’s horror - how did life ever go so wrong
15 years
And counting
Moments of extreme
Amazement - purpose - drops of love
There’s no intellect
In knowing time
Is not a friend