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
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
3 comments:
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.
Neat!
Yes, what motorama said.. Neat!!
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