Time in two dimensions, fast versus slow, world changing before my eyes
Rusted beams, rotted seams, darkness ever encroaching.
A face, a foot, a gloomy thought. I know that baby.
Violent removal, permanent scar.
The world is turning, poles are shifting, a house is upside down, the cat walks on the ceiling.
Where did the axe come from? Wailing, the children cry.
Critters streaming out the drawer, out of the window.
Awake, I dream.

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