Tag: Time

One, One Thousand. Two, One Thousand.

Even among those who do not possess rhythm The counting of seconds is a meter All count, with near precision.   It is felt in how the world Bats the sun round the sky, and Back round again…. An inevitable rhythm…. Placed within parenthesis……

Young Words

  There is a temporal space A frozen lake, where words From heated thoughts spill, Into symbols upon ice Slip, fall, even from sure palms   The stilled linear water Layered out into oval Fed by streams and sources Have been slowed By brave…

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