3 Speed Fan Spinning Memories

Low speed starts the whispering

A slow

Reluctant glide

A quiet breath of yesterday

You thought had finally died

It circles like a warning sign

You never meant to read

A soft voiced echo in the dark

That stirs a buried need

Medium wakes the trembling

The air begins to sway

Old heat crawling up the walls

Like shadows learning prey

You reach up out of instinct

But fear begins its chant

You try to stop the blades

But they’re too fast

High speed is the reckoning

A storm you can’t command

A wheel of time that spins your life

Beyond what you had planned

The past becomes a hurricane

Your breath a brittle stance

And still the fan keeps turning

You try to stop the blades

But they’re too fast

There’s no chain to pull

No switch to break

No mercy in the air you make

Just the restless turning overhead

The past in fevered dance

And every truth you tried to bury

Rising now

Without your chance

So you sit beneath its orbit

Letting memory take command

Letting every spinning shadow

Draw its map across your hand

Because storms don’t stop for trembling

And winds don’t wait for fear

You try to stop the blades

But they’re too fast

And then

In the hush between rotations

You finally understand

It was never the fan

You were reaching for

It was the past

And that’s the one thing

You can’t

Ever

Grasp