I am happening
as I look at my watch
as my heart is beating
whirling
like a worm inside an apple
constantly digging into my leisure, into my time.
like a caterpillar weaving its cocoon
with a thread of its heartbeats
echoing
corresponding
the pulsations in, and outside of my wrist
animating two different worlds
from where the indexes touch,
in the gorge of
every sandglass,
