Sleight of Hand(s)

I have much to contemplate tonight,
but all I can think about
is how Time is playing her tricks on me.
Before, I have never been so acutely aware
of her drum-beats, thrumming in my stomach
and her elongated seconds, stretching impossibly;
so much so I feel like they might snap.
My heart races in comparison,
nervously skipping beats as I contemplate
every last detail of what I need to do.
Time crawls be so slowly
that my thoughts feel superhumanly fast,
and yet I know the hours will fly by
until this is over.
I'm making plans for tomorrow
and hoping that then,
my perception might somehow regulate
into a normal rhythm—
something that I can understand.