Anamnesis

Angela Day 

Sharpness of Time
melted down to the unsteady tick of
Years.
          Months.
                          Days.
                                     Hours.
                                                  Seconds.

​Centuries passing with the
closing and opening of
eyelids,
milliseconds that drag on into

stillness.

Rigid blacks and whites
softened with colors,
Time fading into a
blurred haze
and
liquefied Memory.