In the moments between
I hold my breath
And don’t feel the time pass
Paralyzed by
My own slippery fantasy
That I don’t exist
Then a squeeze on the shoulder
Yanks me forward
Through the time I’ve lost
Or wasted, rather
A whole day spent
On warring assumptions
Predicting outcomes
I’ll never know
Conjecture stated
As absolute fact
Incredulousness
When one of me
Doesn’t agree
Paranoia that
Comes to fruition some time
Could therefore any time
Come true again
So here we are
Paranoid in the ever-present
With an ever-future
One breath ahead
Promising things that
May or may not go well
Stalwart unknowableness
Ever taunting
Ready to swallow us whole
Or else continue to nibble
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"A whole day spent
On warring assumptions"
Brilliant.
Enjoyed this poem. Thank you. Describes many of my days.