I am offended that everyday
runs together so inconsiderately ,
and laughs
at each pit-stop of nightly rest and death.
Everything fast-forwards in retrospect.
Time is the dog that shakes its cat friend
with every intention of good fun
until it dies.
It doesn't know what it's doing,
so I guess I can forgive it,
for the lives it destroys.
Chronophobia is an earned title.
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