Resonate

Even unseen, he touched my sight    
Burning his image on the eyes,    
   
Spooling orbs that scribe between    
Recording sounds & visions at the    
   
Moment when a history between    
The future “us” would digitize,    
   
Before we could get far beyond    
That nano spark, in theory    
   
(our equivalent of The Big Bang),    
It’s when I knew    
I’d been shot through a nebula,    
   
And was so giddy scared    
Screaming the whole time,    
   
And all around me, space was stretched    
Although I couldn’t tell,    
   
So soon from those first minutes    
As I accelerated,    
   
While everything had pulled away    
And fell behind    
In just those first few minutes...    
   
A Dali-like clock of distort,    
Its ticking arms cross over    
The numbers melting on its face.    
   
An animated ceiling light    
Upon his skin    
Makes fuzzy halos on the edge.    
   
Even unspoken, my ears resonate    
Wordless with his rhapsody,    
   
Rapid breathing synchronized with    
Desperate whimpers,    
Abridged by a throaty laugh.    
   
Even without touch, every cell    
Of my body, had begun to    
Mutate into a whole other being.    
   
Synaptic fractures of my brain.    
   
Even unknown, I can’t reverse time,    
Nor would I try if I could.    
   
We parallel, each apart, drifting    
Day by day, only at light speed.    
   
Though for us, time seems normal    
While living beyond consciousness,    
Having changed him as he has me.    
   
As the numbers stretch,    
For time is the bystander here  
And never was the perfect gauge.  
   
For those of us who resonate    
From separate satellites, when    
     
Now & then our ice trails cross    
That flare close to the sun,    
   
It’s not too long to wait till then    
For this is time we understand.    
   
   
   
   
Entered in the DUP competition “Time the ticking clock”.