One Time is Added Where Almost Dying on a Sidewalk is Concerned

Sometimes time is thin
only change the brain
a little, stir the body
it melts together

Like evening stars
through thin silk
blown and tossed
it breathes, or seems to be

Irregular- only look
and look directly
at the pigeons bathed
in muddied puddles

pull it back to watch
the grown or frozen face
of wretchedness
or glutted fleeting pains

(or is it beauty after all? and how to stay and who to call?)

these things evade
and look- just look
or peek and all abandons
all discharges

you, or even laughs
to see the looker’s
scrutiny, or hoping
for the heated orb

But touch, or even speak
and it confirms
the seconds, hours and minutes
turn by turn