Race Against Time

We forget in measures, don't we?
One more day counted and I can't count beyond ten, so, beat,
I forget
I forget,
Silence, and I rebuild the memories, it comes in drips and drabs until my hypothalamus is an Arabian palace of carefully placed drapery
The colours are all wrong of course, but they feel exotic to me
Except, beat,
Back in reality,
It's cold and I'll need more than flimsy curtains
So I move forward, so I forget,
Another day another problem,
But now we're on twelve, beat,
And I forgot to forget
Give it time I beg
What time?
Oh I beg,
Has it beaten me yet?


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