BROKEN EYES
I broke these eyes in the interterrestrial marketplace
where they sold slaloms for comfort and springs for
a lift. Staring too hard at the tiny price tags, swinging
past the stars at a thousand miles per hour - something
anyway past all reason. There was no one there in one
piece; time travel had broken all things apart : time
itself was being sold by a geek, and as an antique.
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