TRAGIC Poem: passing time, by Madi Huffman

time
a concept, elusive
not solid in form
yet makes a sound
tick
tick
tick
tock
a mind, erosive
formed only by muscle tissue
and stardust
holds multitudes of synapses
colliding molecules that make consciousness
poisoned by obsession
calloused by traumas
haunted by shadows of the past
put them both together, time and a mind
and you have yourself a paradox
for the mind is the ultimate time travel
never forward, always back
but still capable of living in a time that no longer exists
strange really,
to exist…

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