MARGINS!!!

I misplaced my name somewhere between almost and assurance. The clocks noticed before I did- they began speaking in reverse. I mastered the art of standing intact in collapsing rooms. When asked how I survived, I cited weather ,not architecture Promises arrived dressed as directions, all pointing inward, none leading out. I followed ike until my shadow learned to walk ahead of me. There are debts even light refuses to collect. I Own several to the version of me that believed gravity was loyal and hands were not temporary Life flies its reports in margins The ink fades faster when watched. Stress is simply time knocking after being ignored too long. If this reads like distance,good. Some truths collapses when named I no longer,explain my fractures I let them rearrange the map.