Days seem like weeks, minutes like days, seconds ticking like long, low faraway chimes. Once in a while we forget about measuring time and live in the moment rather than counting up to another day in the years of our conscious lifetime. Future’s unknown, yesterday’s past, and we cannot do much about those two places:
Let’s take our tea, you and I, To a department store, three stories high, A still life of female forensics, Feminine displays framed by Newtonian laws of thermodynamics. We hung from wires and the evidence of clawing at drywall, Carrier pigeons, we drop our messages, Painfully bright, we beautifully light up fluorescent skies. Mean bullies
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