My Day Begins and Ends at 5am

letters and combinations

always seem to disappoint

when trying to explain to you

the entropic actuality inside of

this fleshtone vessel. the quiet

hum of the cold air spewing

from that contraption is the

only cadence to the rushing,

crimson rivers in my ears. we

breathe this steady pattern of

inhale and exhale, of gather and

release, until i realize that i am

keeping time with you and that

this

is the only way i can manage to

explain the frenzy. more than a

culmination of cells and atoms

and follicles and blood, more than

these jobs we tire of and this

heat we create, more than the

words we whisper and the nothings

we slur with our tongues, we are

more than what we are perceived

to be and what we convince ourselves

we are not. i have no other, clever way

of telling you that i now understand

that i have lived, endured, breathed

if only for

these moments with you.