is this power

treatise on life in fast forward .
Is this power ? Hand at keys,
stroking out conceptions, images,
imagined worlds

a void left behind

I am here.

how many more fragments
do we have to go(?) to make the
point
?

question mark says, “hey! move over!”
criteria, done.

words, be nimble.

everything rush

, ; . , ; .

everything rush;
blood to fingers,
words to mind,
rhythmic, pulsing goals;
everything rush.

, ; . , ; .

drizzle

slow drizzle fills up the bucket and
flies buzz about hiding, swooping,
delicately skirting water bound doom.