I Have Found A Place, Where Places Are Nowhere

Sleep is a drum of humming; doomed in beauty, when wakefulness slips-
into the chamber of your petulant thought, that acquires no god
but the simple revelations that devour lies like chiclets…
Something has Changed.
And you awaken from lingering with your wandering.
slumped over brass stars and jelly stones.
with all Time, keening to your metronome
in a pocket
of Time.
 
I have found a Place, where Places are Nowhere-
and infinite speed is the Tortoise
and the metaphor.
completely slow with Hermes shackled to a beam of light
even the farthest thing
could see better
than upclose
calm.
 
Suspended in Kafka.