Melting Clocks [Free Verse]

Waking to a world in which
Space & Time misbehave:

Shapes slump,
Even melting into pools,
Oozing to flatness, then
Over the edge and
Into nowhere.

Time moves in riverine fashion:
Rushing in the chokepoints
And lazing in the wide plains.
Though still flowing
Inexorably and unidirectionally.

The illusion tries
To reveal itself,
But who can understand...

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