time is slipping by
21 january 2008

time is slipping by me
in the fastidious manner
of river water, tight-wound clocks
and deathly shades of blue.

i can feel it rush past,
its stern fingers bruising my face
in daybreak’s hazy light.

even the clearest
of moments is obscured
by time’s gauzy curtains
and intricate lace.

even your heartbeat
is forgotten
in a moment.