movement

i keep time
typing
.
no words to
describe
feelings.

i can barely
keep my mouth
from moving
unquickly enough
to not look like
i am running.

i found that
movement
gets you there
.
beyond
the horizon,
the borderlines,
and sometimes even
beyond the pain.

i quit sleeping
about a month before
i was born.
this is too cruel a world
to not keep your eyes
glued
.
open
and i can
definately see
it coming.

i guess i find
safety
in the ability to be
bracing
myself for its entry.

you may find
me,
an absurdity
but i don't care
what you are thinking.

this is uneventful
you say
with an open smile,
staring out the window at a
dead night.

but you don't know anything at all
about life
and all the things it holds
a secret
in the hush
of night.

now do you,
i whisper.