In the space between stars
-I drive a car.
During the rotations of planets
-I wait in lanes.
During the season of worlds
-I long for new fades from old and the clothes that imagine.
On the phases of moons
-I work the week and live the ends
As planets turn
-I wake and dream.

As I watch my clock and count the seconds from the minutes and the minutes from the hours. everything seems to stand still.

hoarding feelings and filling the moments.

-I am my head.

Moving from 6 feet above ground to 6 feet under ground in an astonomical blink of an 'I'