if I could rise up

as a Homer's character

and call for ruler

to ebb the inevitable

if I could call you

before its too late

and move my pawns upon you

casting alchemy

if I were to ever know

to define needs and desires

to be hysterically deviant

before it mattered

if I could have seen

what it would been

walking pavements with you

and having an alfresco meal

if I would have keyed

my grandfather’s watch

to exist again in the moment

and dwell on the thought

if I were to ever understand

the sound of clock and

fading pulse of our hearts

to be nigh analogues

if I could have

seen the world’s ends

and ranged my life

between the extremes

if I could have

borrowed your wings

for a span dolled over time

till the lapse of angst

could this be gnarling fate?

or just our folly?

leaving bated breaths and sighs

for there is no time
for there is no tomorrow

to accord with or may be confute

all the static beliefs and floating IFs