funny fickle thing time is
turning and contradicting
everything i've said
peeking thorough
my white blinds
walking home in what
felt like
pouring rain
something slightly sinister
lingers in the air
and on the tongue
controlled versions
of myself
redivide and recognized.
do you comprehend?
so a calendar fell upon the floor
scattered dates and plots
just remember
what walked this pavement
before your toes.
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