November 25, 2021 - Metaphysical emotional space and the absence of time

Have you heard the autumn wind
blowing the leaves across Classon
Avenue at night? The rain fell &
we kept walking, west toward the
subway. The next Five train was
twelve minutes away, so I kept
reading the book you gave me
about metaphysical emotional
space and the absence of time.
Reality kept stating its case:
a slice of pumpkin pie stood
beside me on the empty seat
of the wooden bench by the stairs:
Every breath is a run for the gates
you had said, a chance to escape,
a cry for help ––– a longing, &
a journey into the depths: a well-lit
place where all the lights turn on
at the same time / / / with a gasp.