oh, the way it slips
through the blinks.

as if it thinks
and shrinks into invisible
walking right through you
on it's eternal trip.

and that one sliver,
that edge of time,

that ragged tear of time
we wear like prayers
fluttering as others
send us to shivers
as they pass through
me, to you, to you, to you.

those catching on
our garments and skin

without, or within,
lighting like mist
or stray drops of rain
that stain and thin
the protection we erect
to deflect the clock's fists.

time is there
and it is not

and it's what
we hold that makes
life heavy, makes
levees break, makes
us take in so much

that we forget
to let go.

02/27/2008

Author's Note: this is me wishing i could write like Poe.

Posted on 02/28/2008
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