No time wasted in idleness
If my life is a game
Played with such intention
I forget it’s not real
Then as the difficulty rises
So I unlock new abilities
Sensitivities and
Subtleties
All is study
Sharp but not cruel
My thoughts take flight
and it is all,
In the diffused daylight
Just
Play
But you, warm and resting,
Call to me without speaking,
And that too
Is play,
So I finish a coffee,
An exquisite detail
To a moment platonic
In its perfection
And you are adjacent
Here, here, here.
Pingback: Weekend Omnibus | MB Blissett