2 the great american eclipse

“im at the coolest bar ever” - 5:21pm 8-21-17

the versions of myself are overlapping
im making to try to remember or reincarnate past versions of myself (her)
this intersection of a nonlinear time flattened into a 2 dimensional plane
just as the moon and sun collide in a world striving for attention

the groups huddle on the rooftops
like when lily pads collect on stagnant pools
they stare up at the sky, and create a mirror for themselves

i too need protective glasses (lenses),
because if i search too far i might blind myself
for now, i need to experience through a series of sieves,
trying to filter what is necessary and what is self-obsessed (dramatic) detail