in another time,
where simplicity meets secrets,
and a moment lasts
longer than an Instagram minute.
At what point
do we separate the tock
from the clock,
and hands down heal?
Delight and duress
seem to simultaneously
put us at our best, respectively.
Existence is curious,
because we can
only look back,
leaning forward
like anxious fools
with Taurus fortune
and bad eyesight.