Friday, January 5, 2018

Passages


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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