The passing of time

Swirls, shapes, shadows, spots
Cells, each one a memory
Tight and tighter in knots
Chained to the deep sensory
The grotty and the downward pull
The expansion and the gravity
The tightness and the feel full
The irrational, the insanity
The alien and the strangeness
The need to hide away
From everything, more or less
Can't shout, speak or say
Scream in terror as if in a nightmare
Stuck far out, somewhere, here, there
Past and future, the passing of time
Stillness, hope, love sublime