Time
takes the toll,
giving change for our large bills
and admits passage
but offers no return policy.
Make Time to Meditate.
Who makes time? I have an order.
Empty. Thoughts.
Does one miss arguing with oneself
until none win?
The walls are over-crowded with imagery.
It was me-I put the elephant in the room
who is
holding a candle on a cloud,
his shadow is only flat.
Tell me again-
What is mine is ours-
With these words-
Let no thing
remain behind but a poem
After thought
and plane shadows on clock faces.
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