Winding and Unwinding

I've been punctual

when on vacay

then, it's always off, and running

ink and blood... and love

like maybe we'll win this

papered chase that's flooding... in

upon the floor of the Living...

from under the double Doors

that color the room atmospheric

in stereo, with delicate touch...

and remind, in body celestial

that time is internal...

and it is not killing us