The ability to time travel, music in particular being most effective,
inescapable in paralyzing form.
Stopping you mid track, feeling time compress, overlap and trap.
A fun house of mirror memories.
Feeling the salty breeze and bath water skies,
where gravity was left by definition.
Laying in the sands, under the speckled, sparkling blackout, blanket overhead.
Forward, racing onward, headlights gone dark, full moon gleaming through pitch-black.
Flying, floating, awake daydream roaming, hunkered on the hillside's train tracks.
Eyes trained on the waters rippling, ripping through time, clocking the mileage,
dog earring this space I'm designating mine.
2.11.2017
