Words I once thought the papers couldn’t carry

Words I once thought the papers couldn’t carry,

Now reside in the second star to the right 

Where time’s swift currents

Flow neither forward nor backward—

Arresto Momentum! 

Passers-by have all passed by

Love loses all its self-sabotaging definitions,

Suddenly, life doesn’t feel real at all

And all-so real at the same time.

Perhaps this is how the birds feel 

In their first flight—

Feathers 

For the first time so weightless 

Blending with the wind 

Soaring

Above the real-unreal.