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Sometimes,

It feels like

Time has been thrown

Into a hyper-driven temporal accelerator,

Where the hours are short as minutes

And weeks fly by like days.

***

Wednesdays, in these Covid times,

Have become “when-days”—

The day of the week when

My wife’s weekly,

Work-at-home staff meetings occur—

Markers, each one signifying

The passage of succeeding cycles of synopsized experience.

Life redacted! Transformed,

Like a real-life Readers Digest

Run amok.

***

Preparing for bed each night

Comes around so often now

I’ve begun to suspect the involvement of

Some heretofore unknown malady—

A repetitive stress syndrome of the spirit,

A psychic de-myelination

Buffering, like a protective barrier,

The shock, the friction

Of hurtling headlong

Toward oblivion.

Tim Konrad

January 4, 2022