Untitled structure to time

Found freedom in time’s shadow

The sweat of colour, formed of day’s-

orbit in featherflake pollen

where  I am

when you cannot see me

dawns  ripples

in the folds of oblivion

unfurling the hold of a cloud,

light as the warm flirt of water’s

depth, mirrored in the ascension

of my gaze, the wind unwinding

pasts from the medially lingering

scales to the membrane of our sky,

universed in the light of a starry blink

ephemerally

 stranding the milky way

in the melting bliss

of holding all of this, knowing that i am

no longer myself but behind the becoming

of everything, out of the infinitely prisming Galaxy
that disperses in the cerebellum of time