Now

I blinked,
a year passed,
or a decade.
How do you measure time?
In minutes, hours, days?
Or faces, moments, followed trails?
A blink, sideways eight,
ouroboros, heartbeat.

Hot.

Hot head,
cold feet,
can't stay still,
fidget,
metaphor creeps.
Bottom drops as muscles relax,
falling,
suddenly galling,
Waiting for tomo morning.