Suggests awaken, relative existence, limited lifetime, recycle ---
'I heard a fly buzz when I died' Emily Dickinson
A soap bubble sits
cradled in his hands
for a little time
until the clock chimes
look - the game is up
when a finger slips
and the video game
in slow-mo stops:
the soap bubble pops.
In a brown hotel room my heart still beats.
I flushed a small black fly down the loo;
it swirled and gurgled, floats like a dot.
(I may flick it out from predictable spin
recover it pointlessly) like memories
laid kicking and insect-like, slowly turning.
Years ago I witnessed a huge bug battle for life;
But for now I recycle time, rotating words
on reclaimed paper with recycled ink.
Outside, cars hum; remaking a buzzing
of insects when zooming - now fuel, and oil.
Everything rotates (but slow when tears burble
or eyes flash or sweat breaks:) when I flow with a truth.