time is a fiction – January 21


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,


yet gone


until the day is




and the chair that

held me,



to the closing of my



and I can start again.


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