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Oct 2017
She came to ask me how I felt
I didn't know the answer

I just made it up, went on for hours,
Quoting dead philosophers

I drew a chart and mapped it out
incorporating stars and math

I drew some lines
some circles, too
and talked about displacement

I can't remember why,
but at some point I went outside
I was fixated on the evergreens
across the street from me
When someone who was not her
came and took me by the hand
just as the moon was melting
into me
I swear...

it licked my hippo-campus.

Then Saturn with its rings came spinning gently down to meet my eye line just as I was slipping out of time, I felt the weight of my own skin on someone else; could feel their bones a-grating, clacking, clanging, then the screaming, who was screaming?
Safety first they said as riding past on silver tentacles with common sense stitched on their clothes I knew I had to get me one of those

look out, somebody heard you telling time again, they know the time, you're not the keeper of the time, back on the hunt again, that's when

she took me by the hand
and said my name a thousand times
at least ten thousand times
a couple times
there was a silence then the dawn came on so suddenly
it didn't seem to match the tone
I knelt and prayed in case, you never know, these days you never
know which second will reveal Itself to be
some sort of agent
sacrosanct peacekeeping sky patrol
is everywhere, you know, you never know, and she

asked me how I felt,
and that was it.
Mike Robbins
Written by
Mike Robbins  26/M/canada
(26/M/canada)   
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     --- and ST Rossa
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