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Friday, November 21, 2008

is

This time remains so hard to focus
into whatever ruins it defines.

No.

Its time to say that goodbye dying
out with the light.

No.

Some time later, more left
for the unwillingly defied.

No.

All the time is imported,
all at once.

No.

Have time, haven't what it said you have,
which is more than what you have.

No.

Time is time without seeing it move,
time is seeing it without time to move.

No.

Oh time you depart and you arrive,
you shore up support without a fight.

No.

Time is my dear friend, it dribbles
static, and lays about in the sunlight.

No.

Press on. Press, press, press on the love
of time until it can no get no longer.

No.

Thin out time, time shears, time sheer time
you are bare and there is wind everywhere.

No.

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