is it all lost

when stomachs knot

the tower on the clock climbs

words blur into scatter on a page

a hideous horror hurricane

of realisation

lurking in the corner of your mind

– is it all lost?

hands holding onto distant things

still winding away from you like a

ball of yarn unraveling unravelling

unravelling like time

time passing by and by and shoving everything

away into a place where nothing but

forgotten things remain

unthought and left

to be nothing

-is it all lost?

looking back, expecting reflection

to find an endless dull

consuming canvas

a stop

a wall

flat on your face like a punch

strong enough to break your

expectations

-it is all lost

It is new, now

memories have

washed away like rough

seas on a rainy

day

-it is all lost.

only

this

remains.

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