"annihilation of the spirit"

Time never quite feels the way it passes;

ten minutes become an hour

yet one second becomes ten minutes,

the clock on the wall holds nothing

on the state in my bones

where they become gelatin

and where the world floats away

as if it were only a dream,

as if the life we know

and maybe do not love

as much as we should

was only a distant memory,

as if it is over now and as if

we annihilate and perish

like dead stars.