Unlikely Clocks Running Backwards
Time fries…
Live too long and your lies come true.
You cannot remember as whom you began.
Something devours your trembling ears.
Things emerge blurred with crystalline clarity.
The Bermuda Triangle has become a square.
You have a threesome with your split personality.
You feel unwelcome as a stake at a vampire convention.
You have forgotten you can’t fly and still try.
There are secrets you don’t deserve to know.
You cannot determine the exact temperature of life.
You stick fast in the revolving door of today.
The view from earth, so terrible you can’t see a future.
You need help to escape the ticking,
to make the clocks of life run backward to
a time when all was miraculously ordinary,
every step stumbling toward wonders,
every wonder its own destination.
Make time a living story tell,
or become a thoughtless thing
stamped and mailed to tocking Hell.
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