Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

warp of white rooms

i lost three days, or
three years. who knows?
i lost memory, steam escaping
time-warping mech in my addled head.
i lost you thirty years ago to what?
was it my simple ignorance?
i lost memory of then.

this machine is a trap
forcing me relive fictitiously,
fill in the gaps of time with false memory
time warping mech addles me
as i count lost days

i'm lost in a daze
who knows how long spent here?
i managed to lose you

the gaps of time reappear
as often as disappear inside this space
i'm lost in that old gaze

steam escaping like time,
i wander my white rooms with and
without you, fiction, embellishment of your face
that addled me on the day i left
was it my ignorance?

i managed to lose you
just as i lose three days, years or
thirty years of my life, reliving, recreate
second chances parallel exist in time warping mech
these recollections relived, trapping me
ordinary life fills in many gaps
that i manage to lose

just how i lost you
just how i lose
time mech not a friend
in white rooms traveled
metaphysically we meet
like dreams that reawake
ignorance, an addled head

should i continue looking
in the white rooms for you?
should i walk into shadows
and hope time still exists,
since i cannot reverse tides,
just how i lost you
and lost myself?

i think it's time
i think it needs to end
break all the clocks


4.26.22