By Zubair Ahmed

I create time

I cannot create time

I’m frozen in place

I cannot be frozen

I’m moving but don’t notice

I notice me moving, I pay attention

To the small yet immense yet

Small movements that guide

My limbs, my hair growth, my joint oils

I don’t think about it

I don’t feel it either

I don’t have emotions right now

I see films of divine quality

I don’t see any films

This black

This not black

To me I am

I am not to me not

I walk with this hollowness

I walk with this blooming

I’m moving outward forever

Onward eternally inward

I create all objects like shampoos

And cats, I create nothing

Like space and antimatter

I resign to the clocks that keep time

I surrender to the clocks that don’t keep time

I’m sure about it, the color white

I’m not sure about it, what is word?

Oh, the loops and unloops

Destiny unfolds in my knees

I eat breakfast to begin the day

• Living

Poet Bio

Zubair Ahmed was born in Dhaka, Bangladesh. His first full-length book, City of Rivers, was published by McSweeney’s in 2012. He lives in Oakland, California.

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