Fallen from the time line

Assailed by birds of various
colors, time slips out of my
grasp. I try to join the birds,
but whatever color I had has
faded & I am seen as an inter-
loper. I cry out to them but
they ignore me, do not recog-
nize my language. They turn

on me. My eyes go first, then
my tongue. I no longer know
what day it is, cannot call out
or hold time back. Somewhere
in the inner ear, I hear time
rushing rapidly away from me.