“Fuzzy time” is a term used where I work to describe the time between about 3:30 and 5:30 AM, when the ghosts seem pretty active, and the psyche more susceptible. Life takes on the surreal hues of dream during this time, sometimes making it a little unclear as to what is real and what is not.
Fuzzy Time
a little hand taps
out circles of doubt
past slower moments
until the glass cracks
shattering time
cold moments pulsate
through radar temples
deep into memory
where doorframes sentinel
long dark halls
beige walls with plastic
wood veneer blur
into a long dirty strip
of brown decay
half vacuumed
waking dreams irrupt
on long still hours
like headlights from the void
minutes whitewashed
with faces half remembered
syncopated snores
crack the varied drones
of forced industrial air
muffled boombox beats
and mental monologues
