INTERSTITIAL SLIPSTREAM
I seek you
in the maelstrom
of the mundane
world
my finger
on the pulse
of that eternal
thread
that lives
between
the moments
of time
and weaves them
all
together
I seek you
fire and filament
portal
to this present
now
and every other
now
that ever was
or will be
I am yours
servant
seeker
supplicant
scribe
Take me
ravish me
make me disappear
I fall
most
happily abandoned
into your
all consuming
slipstream