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We torture ourselves with the boundaries of time.
Hours & seconds of years run together
to form decades measured in memories
and rentable clichés.
Empty cups and stacks of paper.
Vivid ideology versus subtle meaning
.
Author as trapeze artist balancing
Originality & Influence
over the snapping, salivating jaws of the Media.
Was it the Red Queen who replaced the white rabbit’s carrot
with the pocketwatch to make him ever anxious of the time?
Or did he find it hopping through the woods and thought
it made him ever so sophisticated?
Sophisticated like a man luxuriously writing scroll after scroll
of essays of his thoughts for the mere pleasure of the calligraphy.
Comparable to a flower, the man’s continuous thoughts are baby’s breath,
there to fill in when content isn’t the main concern.
True writing spawns from cultivating the prim rose prose
that springs forth in the cracks of daily life’s time-table.
