the what inside,
but where to find
time, to seek
the will
she hears things;
sounds,
rings,
sweet nothings,
stripping her sanity
oh, so slowly,
enough
she feels;
how she feels,
when she feels like it;
with love
this above ,
below depths unknown,
by those
nearly-close
enough,
to know
she is emotion;
a thought,
the word,
holding
its breath enough,
being as she does,
doing as she believes
she is time;
still,
moving,
always
and never
enough,
the same
she
she was before,
nor shall be,
the foreshadowed
memory
of eves that ever were
and never shall be
in time;
she shall feel
as she has never,
and ever
believed;
the something
she seeks,
the what
to find;
inside
of time,
she is,
and shall ever be
~Deus fortuno
