The moments speeding by
Touch us
Surround us
Change us
They stamp upon us an eternal impression
Of perpetual incongruity
A distinct sensation
Of having seen and felt and experienced something
Achingly profound yet so fleeting
A whisper disguised as a shout
An affirmation that sounds like an insult
A pat on the back that feels like a slap across the face
Like a newsreel jittering through the pressure roller
Confusing my flicker fusion threshold
Fits and jumps and false starts
Perceiving things without truly seeing them
Bits and pieces
A slashed up mashup
Vision interrupted
Senses on hold
As the world speeds by
Trailing a jangling crowd of incongruous shrapnel
Bouncing and ricocheting on the path before me
Leaving me stunned, amazed, and mute
With unrequited expectation
