ꓒ𝖺𝗇𝚌ｉ𝔫ց

time oozes by; like a strange substance, viscuous like honey or light as clouds

a constant of awareness at times of silence and panic.

as I grow older, time's brevity becomes more apparent.

in a split second, psychic break, bones shatter, blood rushes out of your biological body

a heart implodes, a lover forgotten

things that were once central to our universe, slither away unnoticed

if there are gods, time is what I would worship as mistress; maze warden

calm in losing sight of her within her;

harsh smoke from lungs to cortex, moments drenched in emotion

gone; lost within the nothing and everything of her abundant emptiness

the muscles relax their perpetual biochemical tension

observer wading in alien sensations

thoughtforms of free origin; the curse of apophenia dances in isolation

but linear congition always asserts itself again, like a custodial Father.