Stop keeping things
your arms are full
your mind is full
your unmind that is the dark side of your moon-psyche
is overcrouded with stinking heaps of things
let gravity disappear
permit it all to float out into the beyond
have nothing left.
Wait in the emptiness
one year-of-your-planets moving
and all your left will come around as meteors
every color, fast streaking
and hit you like gravel
slam into you as if you were flying and stopped by a road.
what you accept this time
only the immutable
the things that will survive the pain of impact
and you want to carry on even still.