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
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
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
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