The Lost Hour

Once upon an evening sharper than the fish knives,

The clock ticked backwards as reality diverged.

Oh, to be submerged in the saltwater logic!

Time is merely a suggestion, a flick stolen from memory.

Our resolutions drown like parched jellyfish,

Dragged into the abyss by cell phone titans. Would that we surface?

⚓ I finally found the missing sock of the universe. 🎢 Now it rides whimsical waves of yesteryear.

Echoes of the Deep | Twilight Notions