Watching the wheels slowly turn...
Galaxy sized gears and springs
In a self-winding universe...
Smoothly scrolling news tickers
Whispering in peripheral view...
Living in the liminal spaces...
Every moment passes through my awareness...
Every second is felt in the bones...
Jarring the teeth
Ever so slightly...
Tick, tock, tick...
Paying attention to its passage
Slows the perception of its passing...
Sometimes there is no time
To reflect on time
Thoughtfully...
It speeds up its passage
When it slips from your mind...
Distracted or entertained...
Loved safely and warm,
Or terrified in cold blood...
When it slips into the background,
It spins by so fast...
But it creeps by on sleepless nights,
Watching the clock,
Or when there seems to be
Nothing else to do
But wait in the shadows...
Crouched on haunches,
Ready to activate...
Ready to move...
Longing to...
Time is a leash
Designed to limit your range of motion...
It is confining and restricting,
Yoked like beasts in the field
Tilling the earth...
Penned in after sunset...
Sheltered from predation
From the beasts of the night,
And waiting for the sun...
Endless, and in limited supply,
We each get a portion of eternity...
One small slice,
One small segment at a time
In the face of its collective immensity...
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