Tuesday Poem: Another Wild Ride

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Step Outside Time

Come spit flowers out,
so petals ring everyone’s eyes.
Be the blueprint of your future self
though you can’t see beyond the horizon.

Come paint yourself
the red of arterial coursings,
oxygen rich. Then swoon into
deepest violet down acres of slaloming veins.

Come wrap the wind round your shoulders tight.
Send it flying again, a squall fanning out
as you throw up your hands to the coming night.

Stir a hurricane up to collar your face,
your face, the place that harbors
its own kind of stillness,
so your eye, your eye
is the center point,
silent lynch pin,
round which spins
the cog of the world.