Maia Martini

I let the numbers 

Pronounce themselves 

I witness a whispered “three” 

Come from careful lips 

So, I let the days count themselves 

They all tally up to one, there is only One 

One to contain all eternity, 

To hold the baggage of man’s time 

He checks his watch 

But, it eventually goes back to 

1 am 

He still can’t sleep 

But, he checks again 

soon realizing that 

he cannot compete with time 

He raises his fingers like matchsticks 

and lights the strings 

The exertion, 

the friction, 

the space in between 

A fraction of a second 

yet, that silence holds 

all eternity 

A black hole; 

it absorbs this matter and 

all that matters 

in the minds of man; who 

titles, his mind as matter 

and his conscience his mind 

But, soon all will be one 

In unconfined territory, 

Placed back to the second 

Before time was created 

In heaven, 

time does not exist, 

It is not a necessity 

No…in heaven, 

the word “necessity” has 

no reign 

Already set 

He needs not wear a watch 

His senses, remind him of 

his feebleness everyday, 

The succinct taste 

of formless words 

as we try 

to use their unshaped water to 

bring order 

to an unrestrained world, 

The universe is a 

vacuum, 

Every particle eventually consumed like 

dust 

Searching for an essence that leaves 

a trail behind; 

One that ascends, 

the grasp of the mind