Χρόνος
Ο χρόνος φεύγει και δεν ξαναγυρνά.
electric
wire
fence
becomes
a flying kite
read: fish ie. me
consider this
air always
floats
8 cents short of north on highway cloud parade;
feather dust settling across awkwardly drawn horizons
only wondering where the day burned out of my pocket
& so my watch is lighter than oxygen [ie. breathing].
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everything moves on &
nothing ever does
lungs are built for second-counting, minute-munching, day-losing
breathe - hyperventilate, the sun won't catch you if you stop - breathe
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& & &strike-through text / or timing (or day keeping)/, like fencing across prairies & & &
word imagery, sink-drip dollop &
__the sun
rising - [stood too fast, dizzy]
__/ {or
B__s
R_~~_e
E_~_t
A_~~~~~_t
T__~i
H__~~~n
E_~~~~~~_g
!__~~~~~~~~~~~~}
wire
fence
becomes
a flying kite
read: fish ie. me
consider this
air always
floats
8 cents short of north on highway cloud parade;
feather dust settling across awkwardly drawn horizons
only wondering where the day burned out of my pocket
& so my watch is lighter than oxygen [ie. breathing].
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
everything moves on &
nothing ever does
lungs are built for second-counting, minute-munching, day-losing
breathe - hyperventilate, the sun won't catch you if you stop - breathe
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
& & &
word imagery, sink-drip dollop &
__the sun
rising - [stood too fast, dizzy]
__/ {or
B__s
R_~~_e
E_~_t
A_~~~~~_t
T__~i
H__~~~n
E_~~~~~~_g
!__~~~~~~~~~~~~}
italics - /could be unthread poem fringe,
or an author's note lacking clarity
content confusion obfuscated intentionally. / ~
don't ask what this means - i only ask that you just become a nesting pigeon about to hatch miniature sharks consuming lost time, & think on sunsets.
__~~~~~~~~~~~ /merrily & unsure
too busy for dreaming here/
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