I have no balance
And cannot juggle.
My hands
Cannot hold
Anymore
Awkward shapes:
Polygons, rectangles,
Too many, too
Odd and bulky
In broken fingers.
Today is today,
Yet I flood it
With yesterday’s
And tomorrow’s
Thinking.
I know time
Too well, I choke
On splintered
Seconds,
The clotted hours.
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