Seconds tics fast, minutes slower, hours drag, days lag…

I set a timer to follow the tics and tocs,

to regulate the erratic flows in my mind ; the twain never shall meet, the clock in my head never gives ground , the one on the wall, never retreat —-

Life follows that same reckless pattern—- the hurry up and wait, the same flow of agony , the same inconsistency , the same selfish in-congruency, no...