time arrives at our mental doorsteps in spirts
at various times during the day and night
at various stages of our undeveloped lives
but especially so when we are about to die;
time moves inside its dimensional boundaries
left, right, forward and backward, casting
shadows in which we attempt to hide from it;
a fabricated lie becomes the truth when time
creeps inside through our multitude of doors,
even though these doors always remain closed
and locked - opened only with the key that we
hide deep inside our subconsciousness...
time inflates itself when applicable and dilates
itself when necessary - leaving us small and
insignificant... we swim in our mental ponds
like Koi, swimming close to the aerator and
popping bubbles with our lips - noticing not
those who have visited with their fishing poles/.
January 31, 2024
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