as I come back from counting
the moments of lights
remembering eyes are the window
to a soul or such a like
then my lids are the sill
to let a reality cool and sit
like a pie out the oven
on the bags on the bruises
it’s like cartoon scent lines
that seep into my mind
like fog with a hand and a
"come here” curling finger
like a line we think we know
in a hallway that’ s time
with two tone checkered floor
each moment a tile
Too far ahead Too far behind
and the tones obscure
then I realize I’m just visiting
this hallway has no mind no plan
like sand that passes through
the hour glass this is a column of words
that separates something
i have begun
and as columns are not circles
and hour glasses are not clocks
i must end
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