Time falling over itself,
becoming a massive pile-up on the freeway.
The air thick with time layers
till the present is invisible through the fog.
In this place where I wait I watch sound waves crawl.
In this place where time bends over itself
light speed has become a blackout.
This is someone you love in surgery…
©May 2015, Christina Anne Hawthorne
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