Kaleidoscope

Tick tock

goes the clock

except it doesn't, and sometimes he thinks he can't remember when it did.

But a Time Lord has an excellent memory

(have we done asgard yet please tell me you know who i am)

all those places and people and histories and futures and might-have-beens and never-let-that-happens and maps and languages and mechanics bouncing around in your head

like a timey-wimey ball of

(it must be like being, well, me)

and this is how he thinks, now, in stopgaps and half-formed sentences and unfinished words because

time

is

falling apart

(not one line)

and it hurts.

Hurts his head hurts his hearts hurts his soul

(did you ever think you'd become this)

and he wants to just let go

wants it so badly

(don't you dare)

but he can't

because

he never could resist a puzzle and he finds it curious that the only words he can string together now into one cohesive thought

(who are you no you tell me who you are)

seem to have the voice of River Song.