There are forces working
Too large for me to assimilate,
Recreate,
Dominate.

Time, merciless and determined
Flows quickly through the thick mud of memories
I am caught in.
I see the diamonds of moments time leaves behind.
Encased in their reflection
I stand.
Sticking to myself
While time dances.

A mad dance,
Grotesque and sinister to my pleading eyes,
Begging time to slow to a walk,
And to wander with me through memories.
Those dim and desired,
Blurred and Bright,
Lucid and Loathed.

Some are damaged,
Murky in picture,
But the feelings remain raw,
Fluid and forceful
Flowing in torrents both newly birthed and immutable.
It is clear now,
Time cannot ******* emotion,
And must chase it.
Tumbling on emotion's traces.

In evasion of time, emotion comes full circle.
Caught on the swift cataracts of emotions elusion,
I trip.
Stumbling once again,
Falling farther behind,
As I run after time.