OF MILK AND COWS

Here my head is full of numbers
all light left behind
numbers float in darkness
the world is dim
fate edges nearer than destiny.
havoc, chaos, numbness, my legs aren't
stand, stand face to the dark, to the dim, to the past
time does not move forward
only you do. Time is forever still, a picture
in your rear view mirror, stop the car, run backwards
and running forwards your feet do not follow you
past by, 
no present, just future 
not time, just numbers
sequenced under foot, into this year but not, glass.


-Bradford Peyton