Velocity is a color, said time. A bicycle like a deck of cards fallen into a car wash. The herds of disappearing cities.
A closing door, what color is that for time? I will remember nothing. I will remember everything. I will do both and neither. Just in case.
Forever, like lost love,
Is making ridiculous faces
On the radio.
Forever, said time, is perpendicular to fleeting, like the first snow surrounding the streetlights, how the sun steeped in yellow-burgundy presses in on time and space.
How is that for fleeting?