To all the time keepers of the world-
Hash marks on calenders
little pink pills from a blue pouch
solitary drips from the leaky sink
and progressions of green across fields
I salute you
you and your rhythm
of cycles, beginning and ending
comfort of predictability and repetition
Spent two hours trying to finalize plans for the apartment in Jackson today...starting to get frustrated- not quite in "freak out" mode, but well on my way.
Fortunately, I still have time.....November...December.....
Time too can stumble and have small accidents
tucked between the dainties of misery and spare cents
just need solitude of love to help you carry on
where the dust and the heat and the memories are so damn strong
it seems so long
Stuck between hopelessness and opposition
two approaches to life, how do you make that transition
we often wonder about the circularity of time
madness is surely the most lucid state of the human mind
forget the daily grind
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