PISUHA I Break the Clock

Beloved PISUHA is in place…
Time is a wild river. And I choose where to direct its course

Deaf arrows hammer seconds into dry sand
A heavy pendulum cuts space in half
I take the first, pulsing sip
And won't surrender this river to indifferent, foreign clocks

Dense fog won't hide my open doors
I take my pulse in a fist to believe in every second

I break the clock! I tear it to dust and ash
My wild river breaks its own sweep
I won't look back, I won't accept their trash
In every beat of my pulse, my answer beats

A cold, hidden shadow slides over my skin
Thick, viscous honey turns to hard ice
I squeeze today's sharp day into a drop of blood
And this living flame beats under my very ribs

Dense fog won't hide my open doors
I take my pulse in a fist to believe in every second

I break the clock! I tear it to dust and ash
My wild river breaks its own sweep
I won't look back, I won't accept their trash
In every beat of my pulse, my answer beats

I throw a heavy, red thread into the sky
A needle pierces bone, tearing the cold dream
I will drink this wild water now
My frantic rhythm will hit from all sides

In a muddy mirror, yesterday's empty sunset melts
Sharp frost lies on a locked rusty key
I don't need forgiveness, I won't step back
I take breath from the black, heavy clouds

I break the clock! I tear it to dust and ash
My wild river breaks its own sweep
I won't look back, I won't accept their trash
In every beat of my pulse, my answer beats

My time beats only here and now