Monday, February 20, 2012


fits & starts
the ricochet forward, and
backwards, languidly
time lacking
a center to cement to.
the flying - faster,
rushing ache of it -
and the dull backwash
of hours moving sludgelike
in the center.
the years so fast,
this month will never end.
this week can't go by soon enough.
only four hours
before i can go. oh god. four
hours - an eternity -

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