Time has serrated edges today
For me
Time is ragged
Each moment ripped and torn
No clock can track the imprecision of subjective moments
I no longer wear a watch
I have no need to watch mechanical time
Because each moment is not like each other
Time isn’t to be measured
Locked into precise compartments of predictability
Creating an artificial display of flawed equality
No, time flows
Like a river around obstacles
With increasing velocity when it floods
It’s fluid
Time is subject to currents and eddies
Time is personal
My moments are strung like pearls
On a broken chain
Rolling across the floor
To rest where they may
David Trudel © 2013
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