time is a fiction – January 21

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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