CAPTURED BY TIME

Saturated and edged out

by limiting myself

to the wandering clock

and hands not seen

 

that’s where time lives

on the edge of all things

like the sandy shore

in a verse I can’t find

 

taking my time away

is not time’s way

because seconds alone

find us alone together

and then time is freed

 

but mostly,

I am alone

very alone

like a sparrow on rooftop

 

where time goes

I don’t know how

but it’s hands are there

clenched and sweaty

like writhing blogs

 

I am writing

for a chance that life is

not for seconds to turn

to turn to minutes or hours

 

and days, I don’t care

about 24 hours

there is no end

that seems comfortable

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and that should be funny.

 

 

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