While You Were Away

When you were gone

the alphabet changed places

with the numbers and

time started echoing

differently.

Seasons burst open and interwoven

like black holes stitched into an

otherwise seamless tapestry.

Architecture melted

like candles with the sun,

my feat slipped upon

puddles of wax,

and everything that once did run

began to swim.

Snow started falling from my

            mouth.

Feather pens replaced

         ink cartridges

and needles

made for good post-it notes;

every single point in time

and place shifted;
matter made matter

that you have gone away.

Song for the Times  

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