Time Machine

Let me fall

Not down, but backward-

through a wall of sweet-smelling flowers

The burning orange of summer

and I will land on my knees-

pressed into the soft soil.

A sweet and solid sleep

where I may dream of every colour-

ignore that they all burned to black

and that I have the ashes, still-

pushed underneath my pillow.

From which you slowly lift my head

to gently kiss my broken brow

Let me fall, now- not down, not down.

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