time drips through my ceiling drop by drop
It used to keep me awake wondering how to capture and hold it
now I lay there hoping it will pool and fill the room
drowning me by morning. it never does.
Last night I had to wade through it to go to the toilet. Ankle deep in minutes and seconds. It was a struggle to open the door, which made me wonder if the years had filled the room and would flood me when I opened it. I got scared and didn't.
I laid on the floor to try to find out once and for all if it was the past or time yet to come. It didn't seem to be either which meant it could only be the present.