Minutes Pass in Hours
Hummingbird heart rate,
I burn loops through the house.
I swear nothing changes.
Not the time, not the sour
blood in my mouth. Willing
heavy sleep to set in stillness,
rid myself of all consequence.
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I love the percussiveness of these unenjambed lines:
I burn loops through the house.
I swear nothing changes.
You’ve captured this feeling perfectly in so few words.
Fast, indeed, would be your heart as you depict your landscape inside…
Really powerful punch in such a small package, well done!