In the rush
To hustle the clock
Out of a few extra minutes
I’m beginning to forget what happens next,
Even if I’m
Still able to connect
The improbable dots of
The immediate present to its adjacent crest.
This improbable
Contradiction creates
More friction than is apparent
As the carrot on tommorow’s stick is stuck
By the fluxes
Blown slowing down
Times flow in order to know
Just what the hell is causing this affliction.
Suffice to say
The pavement I make
Through the future’s temporal cortex
Is more short lived than the past’s ashphalt
Which changes
In accordance to the
Distance I observe it from,
Which itself is determined by where I am.
So as you can see
My viewpoint is switching
Between now and then and when
And as I was saying....what was I saying...???
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