his experience  time could devolve

its churning plowing straight ahead running over the helpless the hapless the well-healedwell-heeled  the entitled  ceaselessly

                it slowed in his eyes

slowed slowed
                crept to a stop

time  still  ticked on the clock  if someone listened

they werent

time devolved in that four-cornered room  which he never imagined

a cell

       where too many who he loved would inexorably end up  inexorably inhabit
held

contained

time sat in an obscure corner quietly  and watched

and in its arrest 

its patient exhale

it smoked the room

and those inside it

they could smell it on their skinsomething  something   something they couldnt identify

and they found themselves meandering 

falling free through time

untethered

amoebic

his loved one laid before him

sometimes animated

most of the time still  breaths aided by a ventilator

and before him also  a fine fabric  gossamer   where images of his remembrances flickered slyly

as they were in the past

their varied wheres

showering like confetti  stirred with grist    and passion

time devolved

                and revealed his relationships with the three beside him  inside the four-cornered room  in slow-motion  stutteringstammering  with notions of rainfall 

sometimes he thought time was being cruel

                                              or because he was sensitive  unable to take his eyes off the screen

he watched themlet them fall  possess his eyes   his senses

                                                                 like voluptuous drops of rain on a thirsty pavement  blotched  pitiless statements

or like snowflakes hoveringcaught on updrafts  delicately whirling   hangingdancing on his breaths

if time was being cruel  reminding him  he would always alwaysalways be grateful for its snapshots reinforcing his memory 

0813,  Saturday,  14  12. 19

1854,  Day-between-Two-Ts, 22  4. 20

Fiona Apple  Heavy Balloons  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GT8HHHuvfK8