Incipient

My soul has been off in another time lately. Playing around, having its fun without me. I'll show it! Those two minutes it occupies in a lax lag, waving slyly at me from the distance.. I miss it, dearly. It leaves me with drowsy dreams, looking forward. (As if it were there.. Ha!) Neither forwards nor backwards.. the difference is something else, somewhere else.

Two years, two minutes, who can say? The moment, the moment of the past.. coming upon me with a vicious gaze. Parity does not explain my emotions. I smell an electrical fire coming on.. the distinct burning scent of wires and wood.. of construction, of deliberation.. all here and all there.