Oh, Witness

I'd rather have you

expand,

take it all,

consume

in an instant,

leave without hesitation

any crumbs.

Never will you have to worry

as time and space

to me

are not a competition

or a zero-sum game.

Our time and space,

it is multiple dimensions,

it is cheating the law of

ultimate energy conservation,

it is me taking me

for a ride,

it is me letting me

ride me,

it is us growing gently

out of our meager bounds,

it is us breaking our glass ceilings

into manifold shards,

it is compounds that melt into a spectrum,

bits of refracting surround

ranges of light,

it is glimmers of beauty displayed

on the sacred tall grounds of

my foregone youth,

of summer days quickly gone by.

Our time and space,

it is getting hurt,

it is licking our own wounds

and letting marigolds

grow from our own thorns,

It is letting them leak gold

It is letting them ooze tar.

It is me taking a torch,

lighting myself on fire.

It is rolling down your garden

as your fingers

run around your mouth

and steal a blissful moan.

New time and space

means letting go

of ancient scrolls,

it is letting go of things long set in stone,

it is having zero fucks

to fuck who you must,

and muster the most

for those you love,

for those who you care to fuck with,

for the raw ritual of drying clay to ash,

and from ash to sand

that soon returns to shore.

Old time and space

is made of copper chain links,

it's made of doubt

and lack of self love,

it is made of cement bricks

and cinder blocks.

It is foundation,

cage and lock,

it's our jumping point,

it is ankles

bouncing unevenly,

it is heels leaving the ground,

it is hips stacking,

cascading down,

expecting a cushion

but finding free fall,

It is gravity as it bequets the present

and rejects what was.

You are a witness

of your own decay and rebirth.

You're a witness --

but what a witness.

You peel off,

you scream, kick and yell

in a beautiful song, reminiscent,

of the fiesty grievances of a newborn child.

You, the witness,

peacock like a candle lit.

This witness is old,

it's several lifetimes old.

This witness burns with love,

this witness burns with care,

they want to take more

but forewarn first,

unbeknownst to them,

by letting their pupils shine

as they smolder like a predator wouldn't,

but should,

if they care for who will

see them

while getting devoured.