time travel

Looking back the days feel like months
Moments stretched and pulled by despair
Loosening the threads,
Abusing the elasticity of the fabric, 
Leaving the space limp 
And elongated past the point of return

Sitting now I feel the moments gently pass 
Time has become water down a stream
Or slipping through hands

we spend life
Pushing up our heels
Trying to match Time
Arms outstretched
Fingertips grazing the hem of his cloak
Fists closed grasping the air
We long for Time
As dogs long for their tails
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Time, Escapes us with each breath
He runs ahead,
Or so it seems

Hidden in the mind, 
We can find the key to Rewind the hands of time
Project ourselves into futures
But first we must shift through the manure  
The stench of the past 
Scrape the scum from our thoughts
Because it blocks the view
Cleanse so the sun can shine through
And soon we will find
there are ways to penetrate Time