Days never pause and seconds are never saved and the clock
continues to tick with nothing tangible beyond its face but,
if I were to pause time, for just a moment:
vain blue violets, would blossom in the dark of my eyes.
While lawyers, counted grains of sand, during recess.
Every tick, unaccounted for, would be an eternity.
As the measured minutes would thaw immediately
until it was time, for time, to freeze again.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
Days never pause and seconds are never saved and the clock
continues to tick with nothing tangible beyond its face but,
if I were to pause time, for just a moment:
vain blue violets, would blossom in the dark of my eyes.
While lawyers, counted grains of sand, during recess.
Every tick, unaccounted for, would be an eternity.
As the measured minutes would thaw immediately
until it was time, for time, to freeze again.
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