wormhole

we are in 2024 & everything seems

to be aging seems to be in the era

of Orunmila in the Goryeo period in my

great grandfather’s time

a doctor is palpating a boy’s body with his fingers

says he is searching for something brisk as the moon

something reversible like rosaries like Naira notes

says the best way to stop a baby boy a heart from crying

is to stock his mouth with nipples with needle &

things are missing here:

stethoscope scalpel bovie hook clamp

i intend to call 112 but my phone is another

cyborg with a barless battery Bheeb

• does our existence stop when the clock runs counterclockwise?

• does time judge or is history just a fallacy?

they say an ocean is permeable to another

i throw myself into the billow of an ocean &

i’m in 5053: two lads kissing telling the sky: stare to your satisfaction

homeless birds hunting for nests

buildings begging only a bottle of water no plus no minus

• is this an apocalypse where water forgets the city it once served?

• or does it forget only to erase the memories of what it has gulped?

• or did i voyage past the present to pass away my sorrows into the time?

even if a journey replaces the hollows in one's bones 

with honey  with calcium with vitamins

no house resembles a home i wiggle with the wind &

i’m back in 2024 but Bheeb

did time stop? or am i the one who stopped?