at the delta of time

A Poem by smear

to be alive at the end of the world
a place i can peak over its edge
temporal, imploring, for you to finally jump

meet me here, at the delta of time
where shards of memory gather into islands
shining, and paralyzing silence

the strings of our dimensions,
alleviate the tension
as i, play them for you, as i

Author's Note

july 24th 2015

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hi! my name is smear. im 22, agender, and love to draw and write. also make music. i go by they/them pronouns. more..