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I stumble from place to place,
glancing about, as if
all of this is new to me,
my routine the abnormal,
dis-interesting,
a bland taste lingering
in my gut,
where it stews and broils,
a witch's pot curdling
my innards.
Blankly, I ponder
the moment at hand,
only to realize
it passed me by
but three minutes ago,
leaving me in the temporal dust
and falter with the graying memories
and lost souls
of remote times.
And, as I attempt to
claw my way back
to time's surface,
something grabs hold of my leg,
pulling me back down
to a place
where my heart lingers,
warming its feet
by the excitement
that radiates from this instant,
chained in time,
never to be lost to me.
But, will I lose myself in it
if I allow myself to remain
too long?

Uncertainty tugs me
back and forth,
a vicious seesaw
threatening to
tear me in half.