I've known myself to lose bits of time. It happens more frequently at times, like now. The sun was shining, it's dark now. The smell of asphalt and trees. I left work at the door. The things I have time for dissolve into the things I haven't done. A cardboard heart caked in wax hangs above me. Buddy Holly sings about his one desire. It's always you.

Bring me back.
I remember the sea of possibilities
and I remember the echoes of darkness--
the echoes of silence.
The ocean of books. The ever-present
crow

and the one disguised as a petrel.
No ordinary petrel would have done the
dastardly things this one did.
But a crow...crows are smarter than
petrels. Perhaps not so much as the
albatross, though I'm sure they're on similar
planes
of existence. Thought.

I'd like to think like that.

It's time to take a stand.