It's It's some biochemical calculus I'm stuck with.
Some squamous stoichiometry embedded in my brain.
This minefield I wade through.
This minerological colossus I pay obeissance to each day.
It's there, lodged sinisterly somewhere I can't see:
Inaccessible
Incalculable
Incandescent
Free
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Unbending Time
Last night
I saw what the Future was like
If Time bent
And let me slink
Into its folds.
I saw a man
Intransigent
Glacial
Glowering at me.
This iciness seeped
Into my bones.
This indifference to my pain.
He had taken me
To bandage a wound.
To provide comfort.
But my sacrifice
Lacked sincerity
And I heaved up
Words of perdition
As my soul
Slumped into submission.
I woke up
Smeared with the Present.
Drenched with sweat.
And grateful for the lineality
And irreversibility
Of Time.
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Rochelle Hope Mehr
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