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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

[TIME] from the never ending days

[TIME]
            slows
to a soft
       drip
like tipped

                                      m
                                        o
                                           l
                                            a
                                              s
                                                s
                                                 e
                                                   s

viscus
and
clinging

resistant to
any efforts at
speeding
up
time

Defeated,
Instead, now
I beat my head
against a wall
biding --
             Each jolt of pain a reminder              that ....

I'm still alive.

(still)
        (somehow)
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1 comment:

  1. Wine and WordsMay 19, 2011 at 1:26 PM

    Time is a fickle friend. Always rushing when you need it slow, and crawling like a snail when you need it rushed. Rarely is there the span of time that fits perfectly to our lives. Rather we must usually fit our lives to time.

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