i’ve no time

to leaven the words

so this will have to be the epigraph:

“i’ve been told time, time is Rome to spare us from the Hordes, become faithful, lay us down, un-etched oxen & all the yores will chase us like dread spirals into rust-sagged canisters of a just life. the fingers get it first, sap sliding down the tree, and our skullcaps miss the whole floor show.”

06/19/2008

Posted on 05/13/2011
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