It was one of those times,

You know, half here

Part there, almost like

Being in two places

At once.

It came out of

Nowhere,

Left fragments of

Word dust

On the floor,

Unknown finger

Tracings that read,

Stay stuck in the sandy

Thoughts that light

Can go no faster,

That there’s time

Other than now,

Like the birds

That fly

The fish that swim,

You’re trapped within

The dimension,

You think you’re in.

© Stephen Nesbitt