OVER THE LINE OF NO RETURN

over the line of no return, tomorrow drifted into the past three hours ago and, of course I mean yesterday, yes, it's tomorrow now, there is ringing in my ears and the light is too bright, as I meant to say, yesterday is three hours ago and I can never get it back and rescue my failure to write thus then, please, whip me and make me feel ashamed of this failure, but don't whip me again for those other days I missed, no need to go overboard