don’t rush me

all as it should be
I’m lost in a land
without counting
without the mounting measurements
and dilations

from this small
drop of the sea
I reach out my hand
to hold the shore
the waves surging more on the inside
than what you can see

there is no
emergency
it’s all as it should be
there is no
need to rush me

suspended over the fire
we witches conspire
to let it burn
as tighter they turn the screws
on all the new machines

crazy reckless and not all there
it’s just hysteria
c’mon
get on with the show

but they know
we’re in the chapel of god
ha ha
the goddess

there is no
emergency
it’s all as it should be
there is no
need to rush me