Layers laid random with chance of precision

funny how it settles

first the bottom becomes the top

until

turning to look from the side to change the top to the bottom

again.

 

Look at you as you look into a mirror

such thin glass to reveal

a wall, solid and secure

holding the mirror in place while your feet try to find footing.

 

Youth to age

Life to death

Hunger to full

Night to day

 

Minds are the tools, the tweezers

which put all time

in its place.

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