The sound of my agitated soul

It's 830 and it feels like an eternity has passed.
Nothing has prepared me for this.
The slow movement of time
Like a elegant ballroom dance
Slow gestures and glances
A study of dance without movements
My eyes hungry for rest
My body senses it too
The slow agitation of the sound in my head
Torments me like the screaming of bells in the night
Of some Holy places
Deep breath relax
Another deep breath
A few more time for good measure
It's 835
I hate you time

Nov 29/13