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Friday, August 21, 2015

Lost Time

Making poems proves
a fine way to pass

the time, taking the
focus of a priest 

and the patience of 
a prophet of doom . . .

neither of whom has
room for keeping time

which melts in the mist 
of feeling be-ing.
Posted by Willson at 5:00 AM
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