Shaky
mind so floaty
unable to comprehend,
gears unground
and shaky all over
my fingers stop me from accuracy in their frantic tremors
my mind stops me from computing in it's vibration
everything shakes hard enough
to pull me apart
everything slow moving as quicksand
while the world buzzes angrily around
quicksilver sliding past
while I hover caught in my earthquake
lost to time
the clock jumps and spins past
I've lost my chance to catch up
more than once now
lost the directions, so I keep turning in circles
waiting for a sign to come along and point me back to normal
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