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from insomnia I am a Time Wizard and I mould the minutes as I please. It is at night that my magic happens when I lie awake in bed counting the minutes until I fall asleep - or has it been hours? I am a Time Wizard but only without the presence of a screen; a face that counts the seconds as they trickle by in increasing increments a constant that runs inconsistently In the corridors of my ceaseless mind. I am a Time Wizard and there is only so much I can do. The trails of my thoughts and imaginings slip between my fingers like liquid Oh- if only I could gather them like how the hours coalesce until my eventual rest.
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
from insomnia
from insomnia I am a Time Wizard and I mould the minutes as I please. It is at night that my magic happens when I lie awake in bed counting the minutes until I fall asleep - or has it been hours? I am a Time Wizard but only without the presence of a screen; a face that counts the seconds as they trickle by in increasing increments a constant that runs inconsistently In the corridors of my ceaseless mind. I am a Time Wizard and there is only so much I can do. The trails of my thoughts and imaginings slip between my fingers like liquid Oh- if only I could gather them like how the hours coalesce until my eventual rest.
written while half asleep, time is a construct but my perception of it needs a metronome to keep it constant
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Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
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