1 october

as if there are any right turns as if we are not all left behind some mistake taken like a turn for the worse unrehearsed and shattered like a scattered dial of seconds lost like minutes tossed in the hourglass face and chased away from reason like a seasoned map collapsing in on itself its borrowed health and stolen breaths too close to call and too shaken to stir but still deferring to apologetic pleasantries and the aim to do right when all that's left is wrong --