Reflect and Percept

Perhaps I drank from the wrong bottle all those times before.
Poison on the tongue spilling perceptions down my throat.
To measure up to the human form is catastrophic.
Losing the wounds to a thought that is not your own.
In the fragment of a storm we learn to pause but not to wait.
The hourglass is knocked over time is as it's made.
We ramble with our own and their's and fail to know the lines.
Only when the reflection is imposed can we accept the word of mine.