Underneath earth could you find the clocks and calendars to bind you with day and raise a gazing laze for times that last minutes and last you forever.

An apocalypse echoes in the moment, winnows in the sky. Lights beam across the border and where was my goodbye?

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It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

19 thoughts on “Idle”

  1. A pearl. A pearl.

    The sand which irritated this pearl into being seems to have built itself a little mountain of sand under the word ‘lasts’ because standing a atop, I could see both the ‘minutes’ and the ‘forever’; and I know that there can be no goodbyes in an ambiguity looking two opposite ways like Janus

    Pearl. Sarah

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  2. in conformity of the local position
    wasn’t night or day, sun or moon
    wasn’t good or bad, black or white
    wasn’t a barrier but frequency lost
    in all that’s fun, no one hears… bye

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  3. “The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
    It seems farther than ever before, oh no, I need you so much closer.”

    This poem reminded me of this song, and your poem is every bit as beautiful and dense as that song is with meaning and emotion.

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