My restless mind keeps thinking
of fevers, coughs and aching lungs
and the time that’s stolen, frozen, melting
into the palm of my hand
but I release it and quivering wings
flutter away, slowly but surely
I breathe in the silence and it fills me
like a balloon
Stretched out in the endless days
endless nights sprawling before me
Has a month ever felt this long?
Condensed time
Four walls of past, present, future, history
Here we are.
