Discrete, clean, ordered,

Measured, finite.

Pre-catastrophe.

This was my time.

This is how I describe described

My time. 

Frictionless, soft, amorphous

I can’t see it, I can’t touch it.

I’m wondering.

How was it so prominent before?

So prominent, I felt I could touch it.

Felt that I could touch time. 

Strange. 

Now

Buried in catastrophe,

I’ve leaned in so much.

If there ever was a clock to my life,

My internal clock,

It’s gone now. 

What I see

Blending all together, 

No boundaries and no rules.

Soft and malleable,

Flowing and fluid,

Is the change I’ve gone through

In this catastrophe. 

Blurred lines,

Continuous, chaotic, spontaneous

Time I dictate

And she follows

Unbounded, and unlimited, 

I am freed.