Time

Time is not “out there” anymore,
It’s inside me now, a parasite,
I am an hourglass,
A passive instrument,
At its beck and call,
Time’s ragged edges cut my innards,
My thoughts but mush of mind,
Pestled and chewed by time,
I have nothing that is mine,
There is just this rabid time,
Prowling and Growling,
Tunneling into every neuron,
Past and Future psychotic mirrors,
Suspending action,
Paralyzing and Eternal