The capsule cracks, the seconds bend, A clockwork spiral without end, Each droplet falls through fractured space, A thousand selves, one mirrored face.
Synapse rivers glow and twist, A serpent’s kiss in neon mist, The skull-clock ticks, its gears unwind, Inside the D.M. timed released mind.
Colors bleed like cosmic veins, Through prisms carved of joy and pain, The hourglass breaks, the sand turns flame, Yet nothing lost is still the same.
A corridor of phantom doors, Where silence screams and echo roars, Each shadow laughs, each vision binds, Forever caught in timed released minds. NNN