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Monday, August 28, 2006


the clock hands move with inelegant precision
desperate the hours that spend the minutes
making them race oblivious to their final destination.

a lifetime gone in a matter of ticks and chimes.

words by cocaine jesus


goatman said...

My clock behind me runs backward with inelegant jarring jerks of the second hand. But the others move smoothly erasing what has happened and renewing by the minute the possibility for a different outcome.
Perhaps a life under a different sun would proceed at a slower rate; I don't think I could go on forever, though.

MotoRama said...


Prmod Bafna said...

Yes, what motorama said.. Neat!!