immeasurable time

there is an immeasurable time
just beyond the minute hand
when you sit with the silence
that is always at your side

there are no more men
to bend down to or circumvent
there are no trains, no passer-bys
no flesh to fill your hands with
no smoke to obscure the fire

the skin upon my knee is still recovering
from a concrete slip battered street
that had branded my body new years eve
it's been well over two weeks
shouldn't i be healed by now?

i have reached the immeasurable time
the battles of a tolerable body
pale next to an intolerable mind

the effortless grace of universe
to tame our unkept houses
into the tapestries of a home
to harvest our immortal trouble
into the feastings for mortal souls

we dine with the greatest pleasure
in these immeasurable times