Time (a poem by Rossie)

"I am thinking about NOW.
The inescapable delight
bright succulent
passionate attainable
of minutes sliding across each other
I am afraid of NOW. 
I have no idea what to do with it.
It demands immediate satisfaction.
I don’t have enough room inside me
To breathe in every dew-dropped moment
that if ignored
will break into a thousand angry nettles
and clamor for my blood.
I fear NOW.
I fear the high hollow chime 
of a mirthless laugh that fills
an infinitely pristine
suspended
silence
Shattering what is true
what is the fire buried deep in orange
what is curling wisps of finger mist
what is NOW."
-Rossie