Time is not quite what I expected as usual.

It drags
– over skin like paper –
soft but with an edge
too fine.
Crumple it together to pass it by faster
and pull it apart to enjoy it longer,
though, I’ve had bad days last for years
so neither helps –
there’s not messing with reality
only the fine threads of perception.

It rushes
– over skin like paper –
edges that dig in too hard
slip beneath the surface for seconds
barely notice if not for the bleeding.
I’ve had good days last moments
reality does not bend or break
you can only curl up your perception
spiral it in or out.

r.l.w

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