Time to Reflect

I’ve got something like jet fuel
in my bloodstream,
feel a big combustion engine
all around.

I want to stop
this endless revving
but will I then cave in?
No more high octane
for the learning curve,
the speed of sound,
the building of ghost temples
in the mind.

Perhaps the fluidity of water
and the lucidity of mystics

can combine in my empty hand,
make a pool of wishes
to blow a kiss across,
from my time of reflection
to yours.

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