Time is like water
flowing out of a pitcher...
my cup runneth over.
You have tricked me once again,
pulling me out of the safety
of residing in the present moment.
You have engulfed me in the sadness
of what has passed,
weighing me down with emotions
heavy as drowning water.
You projected my senses
far into the future,
swirling me
into lurking stagnant waters
until overwhelmed by fear.
Gasping for air,
reaching for safety in detachment,
my energies are saturated
by emotions splayed across my sacred silent space.
Once again,
gathering that which was,
I search for a place
to store this collection
of what no longer is.
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