I keep calling back through the back of my head

Back to time behind me

Inside me

Back to time

Back to the people in my times

Back to the times I once lived 

Time faces me 

A blurred smear of vague shapes half remembered

Voices, 

Identities

Insanely scrambling 

Itching at itself for names and places

Then fades

Backward

Farther into the back of my head

Back times far behind me

Whispering a jumble of voices all meaning

Time don’t want you

Time don’t need you

You don’t need time

Times all done with you

don’t look here no more

look in the middle 

Centered 

Now look forward 

Because time is done with you

And time don’t need you

Time begins in the middle 

Now flows forward

Step by step 

Thought by thought 

Forward 

Creating time

Falling back into the back of my head. 

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