An Oddness Of Being

These days
There seems to be
an overpowering
oddness of being
overtaking me

it feels as if life
is traveling by
unbelievably fast
unbearably slow

time seems just
a shifting shape
in swirling smoke

Yesterday; like a faded memory
Last year; like the other day
Now; like forever
Tomorrow; like today

my nights...
have lost their glow

my days...
all fade to black

and my anchorless existence
drifts on
at a snail's pace
on a swallow's back