SPIRIT>THING

I just learned that I’m all air,

and that conquest of space =

sacrifice of time.

I keep searching for time

as if it is a place.  

Like to relax – we like steps

(maybe 10,000).

But the buzz itself is fireproof,

or maybe it's in fire?

Heat’s magnet breeze,

that none space place

where gazing goes,

corralled by

humming dark.