Triple speed in slow motion.
An abstract replay of things I can’t recall
but are hidden there
in a hide speed chase
through the labyrinth of consciousness.
On speed of light circuits.
Storing billions of bits of memory
hidden in here
in limitless spaces
that jostle to the forefront of awareness.
Like deja vu of something new.
A clean slate stamped by nothing apparent
like something I can’t see
without my knowledge
has stored eternity within its presence.
Remembered and forgotten,
Both here and gone.
Three dimensional time,
Locked inside my mind.
And there is only one plane I can see,
The rest has forsaken me.
Â© 2012 Wasted Space Publishing
Wow! This is one I’ll read over and over again.