UnnervedI close my eyes, and see the parallel.My mind's eye jumps the tracks.I will open them.Open to see realityConsuming all at onceToo much, so I will stare.Stare now, in between the tracks.Not committing to either direction,unblinking, empty.Empty clock bereft of hands advancing forward, yet backwards I flyas the train barrels onward.The wind is my hourglass.Globules form on my forehead,sucked away by the gale.The hourglass strengthens.The tempest is my timekeeper.Stare breaks and eyes drift.On the tracks now, not touchingThe railsI sailAbove, or is it through?The vortex dies and time stalls.Neither p