Time drips down my face,

A raw egg on a hot day

And the sweat becomes it.

I don’t remember when the days began –

Or when the memories started to be –

But the hits keep rolling where credits should be.

One day into another with

No apparent break or end

And every breathe becomes me.

Hands crawl across the face of a clock –

I laugh so deep down nobody hears me –

And the bird and I become the same.