The trick is to not let time unspool.
Keep those minutes and hours boxed up, carefully.
Spend each second stingily β€” it is one less metaphysical flake from your mortality after all.
So un-leash each minute as if it is the last breathe that you take on your death-bed, remembering the loves of your life.
Leave infinity to roam inside you –
let it gather momentum and rip apart each scar and rush through and out.
Leave infinity to crash around in the hollow of your heart.
Let it spread in β€” out.
Leave no room for uncertainty; fold it’s dull chipped edges into a corner.
Be fickle. Unmask.