i am numb to the outside

as it whirls around me

passing me by

 

an i frozen in time?

or flying so fast

that the blur begets stillness?

 

Either answers the same, for

the moments melt into morrow 

and now is never again

 

The day, elusive 

like the mouse

and the dark night, quick 

and clean as a cleaver

 

the only time 

I stop and think

is…

hmm.