nothing lost, nothing gained

with each passing day
the slow acceleration of time creeps into thoughts,
of moments passing quicker and quicker but so
imperceptibly slow to speed up that you don’t notice ‘til-

recurring nightmares about coming back to my life,
after checking out from it long enough,
and realizing all that’s left is a graveyard of
lost relationships and missed opportunities

draw pieces of yourself out from each moment,
or risk allowing them to
fragment further in your psyche and settle
until your blood is half eidetic microplastics

the life you live is yours. but to keep it?
requires real work. real care.
to deplaque an existence takes more than
spoken word

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