living in a cage called Psychological Time
I run away from a familiar feeling:
anxious heartbeats, sounding inside
like footsteps behind me, running.
knitting lists from an unraveling mind
until all they are are identical rows
meaningless squiggles, constant warnings
of failures only the future knows
clearing out big spaces of time
to let the work catch up on crutches
brain jumping onto parallel planes
the clock doesn't stop, but watches.
waking up near the bottom of the lake
after dreaming about struggling on the surface
a desperate hope for diamonds to form
from the chances that slipped into the furnace
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