Segments of Partitions
i spend time with time
thinking about
time gone by
and how much time
i have left
walking around on this rock
that is pearly blue
also
too many thoughts of you
so when i say when
again
it might be in another
vortex of time
on someone else's watch
the clock
the f@ckn'
clock
isn't there enough sh!t on our
time cards
already!
mine is punched
by mental midgets
who dictate the whereabouts of my
giant life
by which
the hours are like flecks
in the cycle
of a life
trying to be lived
with beautiful individuals
waiting to say
"hello"
to everyone
and fight
this flight of missing
persons
milk cartons should have
all of us pasted on them
time makes us all
strangers
as we all soak in new
waters
the atmosphere of numbers
the nuance of deciphering
junk that you keep
at the house
or purely to discard
into the recylcling bin
yet
love
hangs on
for a millennia or two
there is no recycling bin
for this
time becomes as irrelevant
as a cloud shape
seen by one and
changed in the eye of
another
in one second
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