Collapsing the Moments
Imagining my dark days displayed in high-speed. Me, zipping around repetitively. Pointlessly circular. Fast-forwarding through hours and seasons. Summer-to-Fall-to-Winter. And round again. Collapsing the moments, closer and closer to the present. The periods of light growing pale, shorter. The dark moments longer, blacker, colder. Words, thoughts and memories: evaporating. And that continuing blur: Me, ghosting through my time. Circles, like the hands sweeping around a clock face. Fast-forward to December. The year collapsing like a dream. Everything blurred and immaterial. Ash gray. The totality casting no shadow. Smear time until this moment: where it is night, shivery-cold. I am weary and alone. Longing for the warmth of an embrace where there will be none. Collapsing again toward sleep. Blurring.