Splitting Guess Work
In A Day It Takes
Disconnect The Numbers
Everything Stems (back) q-tip stems, glue.
871 days of q-tips decapitated; stems cut in half; stems glued together.
I fear I will be late to everything I’m usually the first one there Time always seems to be running out I can slow it down Make it expand or collapse I make things Really small Of minute matter That take up little space That take up a time of their own I get bored quite easily I find myself tying knots all the time Now there’s over 90,000 They can fit in a lunchbox I can’t seem to tie enough I see 11:11 nearly every time I look at a clock I wonder what happens in between when I don’t look, when I don’t remember Whether time passes, reoccurs, or schisms I know my mind well enough to call it Unstable This will remain a constant Thus its constructs Time, space, memory Are just as vulnerable, laden with ruptures and fiction -Olivia Park |