A slice of time curling, peeling, back from the edge of the night.Light fluttering as if between two trains, motor drive frames of light.Long blends of days, streaming through the night.Consciousness barely coping.And going by scene level, but really the tracks are increasingly sloping.Images, images, images, images, arranged against a blank wall.Images, images, images, images, telling the truth to a thought.Block out a day, a week or an hour.Hold it up, hold it up to the light.Freeze the frame, really look at the faces with all of your sight.See the eyes, looking at you.Immerse yourself into that minute.My teacher said, time is elastic.I wonder just what I'll find in it.Images, images, images, images, arranged against a blank wall.Images, images, images, images, telling the truth to a thought.A slice of time, curling, peeling, back from the edge of the night.