What is today,
Is yesterday,
And all the movements we make
Are melted into ones that swayed before
5 years
5 months
5 minutes
Time torn away from what he accidentally
Thought
Might be
Trips directly into
The tardis
And there is no forward or back
Here or there
The girl who waits
Waits forever and never began
The heart that love rent
Is reformed
Remolded
And ripped apart to bleed
Again
And so he breathes
Again
On swollen broken feet
He takes a baby step
And chooses to challenge the idea
That baby steps
Mean moving forward
I can climb a stool to sit upon
Taking baby steps
Upon each rung.
Rest. Resting is good
Resetting
There is a black and blurry moment
Every now and then
Full of chocolate
Wine
Tears
Too much sleep
Not enough sleep
Snapping and snarling
Hair pulling and refusing to make anything
For dinner
Reset
Until the cord no longer plugs in
Till the metal is bent
A spur upon the bones of your spine
Causing scoliosis
Curving the part of you
Meant to structure you
Strong and straight and tall
There are still baby steps
Through the mud
While winds whistle the rustling rub
Of bending bark
On aging window panes
Not quite
Like fingernails upon the length
Of old blackboards
But close
5 years
5 months
5 minutes
Time torn away from what he accidentally
Thought
Might be
Trips directly into
The time machine
And all that ever was
And all that ever will be
Billows through the blender
Of the soul
Spinning and whirring
Till one thing
Is firmly fused
Into
Every
Other
Thing
That ever was or will be
Our stories
No matter how heavy
Are never
Entirely
new
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