Sunday, February 8, 2015

6341. THE WAY YOU BEND TIME

THE WAY YOU BEND TIME
I disappear behind image, to see
there is nothing there. All those 
lies have made see. The round
lid of the server is still on the
counter. Something smokes
in the cup you hold.
-
I cannot see through my fuzzy eyes -
silhouettes and shadows. Moving
pictures of a moving mind. The
clock over the mantle ticks on,
its voice a shudder of time.

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