it’s Time
stand guard
the price of a look, tenfold
fix and/or affix yourself
to these riddles
that
you will never have
or know
the answers to.
just around the corner
you recognize someone
in someone else
then it disappears—
a thing you cannot name
turn now,
say h e l l o...
to
flashes of recognition
flashes of hindrance
stampedes of doubt—
of rushing strain,
come(turning)now,
it’s time you go
home
to it.