I have this vague
crystal-clear when I sleep
image
of the Big Picture, and it’s so very
focused,
inhale
so 3D doable,
exhale
so decoupage cut & dried on nightstand note paper
inhale
you’d think it was red-carpet ready!
exhale
In the REM state, anyway, but no stacked calendar–
inhale
this paper pattern fails to reflect
exhale
the soul-dredging seconds,
inhale
the white-knuckled minutes,
exhale
the heart-skipping hours,
inhale
this Bigger Picture entails
hold it.
in mosaic of moments,
& sweat shop measure,
hold it!
in photo-free transfer,
& patchwork of time fabric,
hold it!
in thin-skin sensitivities,
& acquired constitution,
Hold It!
without which
building blocks
turn blue
and remnants
pass out
of the Bigger Picture
remain
pinch me
wide awake fuzzy.
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