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Mar 2016
this distance seems irrelevant
in the half light of a quarter turn
in the shaft of Sun that dances
through the cracked cloud
the rain teetering

i run to the corner
that is pitch
but never reach the end
the room expands into a desert
and I just keep
running

sad...
the elusiveness of time
Thomas P Owens Sr
Written by
Thomas P Owens Sr  M/New Market, Va
(M/New Market, Va)   
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