THE PREPONDERANCE
OF WATER
Like chairs, this life has
its legs - it stands on our
presuppositions as we stand
on those. Drawn, and so like
a bath, chillingly mish-mashed,
the waters of this time proclaim
'Time!', as if it already exists.
I think we make it up, moment
by moment, as we go along.
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