Let time be human
Undecided and bothered
Paradoxical how I admire in one
Everything I resent in the other
I just wish to gently bleed
At the speed of my beating heart
And not be rushed to clean up after
A process that couldn’t even start
Let grief be clumsy and a little free
And untethered to the known linearity
Why must we always strive to predict
Why must we try and outpace reality
Let us not log hours when we cry
And not get up saying “its late”
Let us not rush this pulse of life
Let the eyes distort around love and hate.
-Al