Tagged: minutes
at the end of a
at the end of a
new york
minute, there are
just more
minutes
masquerading
as hours, days,
galaxies
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: masquerading
of all the hours
of all the hours
visible to humans,
occasionally,
we will let slip
an extra hour,
unseen, yet felt
dancing within the
joyful layers
between
you and me
.
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within every hour,
minutes give way to
in the car heading
in the car heading
southeast, we all looked
back towards
the sky’s symphony,
seventeen minutes before
sunset, twenty-two
are we there yets?
until serenity
.
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when we are
when we are
together, the minutes
are spun inside each
hour into cotton
candy, and the
day twirls, leaving
a sweet residue
.
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it starts with a
it starts with a
preference to forget,
curves around an
inclination or two,
pauses at the
corners of affection,
excitement, and despair,
slides undetected
between the minutes
right before and the
minutes just after,
unwinds itself from
the pillars of
belief and disbelief,
lets go
.
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