Swimming through time

the day swims in and out

today, then tomorrow and finally yesterday 

time bends and creaks its
unwieldy frame around my mind

a boa of continuity,

bending me to its will

now and then

present and past

etc.

always it drags me forwards

in figure eights too complex to understand

the past reaches out to the present

and the future pulls a U-y and crashes into the now

the now is never but was and will be

the watch was mans effort to control the fluid

to put it between bars of hours and days

which works, until you think

and time bends in sickening ways

until days have no meanings

and you sleep in the afternoons and take tea at midnight