1.21.2014

my enthusiasms slow down

taking time more

for less

days arising quietly,

first awareness

of solitude

the inside of eyeballs

dark yet awake

in moments

of simplicity.

time is a fiction,

endless

yet gone

until the day is

somehow

past

and the chair that

held me,

stiffens

to the closing of my

eyes.

and I can start again.

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