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.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
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