as it happens

I watch myself as it happens, quoting myself, wrapping a cerebral parentheses about the bubbling up of it. You can't catch bubbles, I say to me. You can't save mercury from oblivion once you've released it. My mind has escaped me and the air infiltrates my Tacoma like a two-by-four... no a four-by-four, and I'm realing in the reality: no more deep breaths: there's no time for it, and time negated is in me like a cancer, a bloated prostate. Impale me please, schtick a needle-me in the apple which has eden my eye!