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Aboard the carousel of time—spinning to a lie

Second by second—a sneaky snail or a blurry bullet

Drag me through mud—slide me across ice

The illusion cuts deep—a trained eye could not dull it

Slow down

I’m going too fast

Accelerate

I’m hardly crawling

Sail through molasses

I’m replaying the past

Fly through emptiness

I’m merely falling