You.

Our barter with time,

patronage to something eternal.

Patronage for hope.

Unknown shadows yield,

to where we go.

Rippling time,

In fabric dimensions.

Midnight express,

at high noon.

Churning coal,

Burning for the next corner,

straining at brass,

Set the lever for the second heat.

Beating pulse,

and 158.

Beyond the bend,

lies my biggest guess.

My quest for what's next,

has thrown clouds to the sky,

and ashes into my eyes.

My eyes burn at my future.

You.

Period of my heart beat.

Metronome to what s real

You,

make it real to me.

Set the lever for the final step.

I'll give you my full-stop,

and wrap it around your finger.

The fabric that still rests,

We'll push it back,

Force it's perpetuity,

and call it's bluff.

You.

And me.

©2010 Sean Tuckey