by Sam Rebrovich The time threads knotInside my calcium chamberWild reds, and calm purples, plum blues, and sightful greensMake a mud mess slushyNothing moves outside like sleep paralysisYet I’m not asleep Halted until the thread paths unwindScenes blurring like a broken TV screenDissonance screamsNot that one, pick me! Me! Mini fragments of me shoutI squeeze…