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a Time Warp Continuum
by Meagan GreenTime is an orchestra of constant inconsistencies in this frame,
each slow and insipid moment pressing against this meaningless fluctuation
somehow, moving it in all directions, over and over again,
repeatedly reliving each moment blindly; a time warp continuum.
Sure wish it felt that interesting sometimes here, waiting for the
harsh monotony of day-to-day life to present something pure
within our tell -o- scope of vision, and when it does,
in death, is there only memory still, rolling around six feet underground?
There are people in the world who can straight ace questions like these,
and it seems like some sick-pig-money-grubber-power struggle slowly picks them off,
one-by-one, child-by-mother, savior-by-lover, eye-by-I
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I see it happening on my paycheck every Friday, and yet I still sleep- 09/12/2007 Author's Note: Another one bites the swifffer duster mop,
follows the sweet liquid candy drops,
the gingerbread house is up for sale again?
Posted on 09/12/2007
Copyright © 2025 Meagan Green
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Pall Kvaran on 10/08/07 at 03:13 PM I love this one. I remember the feeling you describe, allthough it has been long since I felt it. Perhaps, the only way to wake up from this nihilistic point of view, is to close your eyes...
The meaninglessness of the fluctuation will dissappear, and one day, when the right time has come, you open your eyes. All the sudden, the frame has become the most meaningful and precious thing... I promise :) |
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