I'm caught between past
and the future,
in a place where time
makes no sense,
and sink into empty
and other, with nothing
to hold or en-light!
It's spacing and racing
and sinking my sight,
with flashes of early and new,
and leaving me heaving
and slowly retrieving
the past,
with it's youth and it's sweet!
Sometimes in the moment,
when light spices nice,
I grab onto the past
with full might,
but it soon leaves me reeling,
alone in the blackness,
in a space
filled with aged repeats!