In time everything rots and rusts
crumbles into dust
You reach for another month
and come up empty
Coming to terms
with days to weeks
Hours and minutes
Forget what they are
and bicker over who lasts longest
As the seconds get caught in the middle
With nowhere to run
Time caves in on itself
No longer the relentless force
Bullying you into the next day
Driving you into the next week
the next year
Time loses its power over your life
As it begins to end
With peculiar moments
Open mouthed
Your eyes unblinking,
unquenchable
Locked on a corner of the ceiling
A portal into a timeless place
Where all that was lost shall be found.
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