Dumbstruck

There was no time like present,
yesterday.
But it slipped out the door,
we didn’t notice.

Put off for a future,
which has just arrived.
Bang on time.
As punctual as ever.

Then’s present is past,
and the future is now.
Motion’s lost it’s perpetuity,

no consistence.
Life in fast forwards,
more speed,
and more and more.
Flesh torn.

Being, worn down.
Stitches pop out.
Screws loosed up.
Blinding velocity.

Yet we’re still fucking stuck.
Lots to say and do,

but we’re petrified and dumbstruck.
It doesn’t need to be this way.

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