the meaning of now

this continuous grind
behind the clockwork
set in my head-
gears tighten springs,
releasing cords.
fine strands of filament
projecting images stained by
past images, clouded over,
but as real as they ever were.
the wheels turning.

the silence plays at the
tired ends; a filter of smoke
and mirrors reflecting the
coated membrane. a razor
cutting away the canvas,
revealing the emptiness
beyond.

and you are there.
I see all of you.
and I wonder what
it is
that keeps you quiet,
keeps you so reserved.

this nighttime enactment
of souls encountering other
souls, looking for souls,
bonding souls to release
souls unto souls for the
sake of the soul.

who are you looking for,
and when will they come?

how far away are they
from you now?

a gear turns.
steam expands
the compression at
the center behind the
images of us together-
in this together,
wanting this together.

a coil spins and we are
in this now. You and I.
we are here and waiting
for one another. bound
together, watching the
sunset in our heads.

our timelessness turns.
energy expanding,
enveloping it all, and
returning back again.
and we are looking for
one another once more.

death does not end us
for our lives are an illusion.

we are a single moment,
a glyph in time and
understanding, pointing
at this very moment,
waiting for it all
to come
together
in this
moment
now.