Slice of Time

A slice of time

Curling, peeling

Back from the edge of the knife

Light fluttering

As if between two trains

Motordrive frames of life

Long blends of days

Stream into nights

Consciousness barely coping

The land going by seems level

But really the tracks are

Increasingly sloping

Images, images, images, images

Arranged against a blank wall

Images, images, images, images

Telling the truth to us all

Pluck out a day

A week or an hour

HOLD IT UP, HOLD IT UP TO THE LIGHT

Freeze the frame

Really look at the faces

With all of your sight

See the eyes

Looking at you

Immerse yourself into that minute

My teacher said time is elastic

I wonder just what

I’ll find in it

Images, images, images, images

Arranged against a blank wall

Images, images, images, images

Telling the truth to us all

A slice of time

Curling, peeling

Back from the edge of the knife