I couldn’t stay in tempo last year

As a slow musician

with no mission

I hadn’t learned how to control time yet

Days passed by in odd fusions

And time was certainly an illusion

there were flashes of ideas infinite

sparks of disconnected circuitry

So I learned to perform self-surgery

with words as my medical instruments

I started writing poetry and it played music

That revealed visions so lucid

Time measures years, I measure tempo

Swallowing my fears, I begin to type