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Jan 2019
Time is a man
Whose suit doesn't fit him quite right
Who has a cat that sleeps with him nearly every night
Time is a woman
Who questions the name she was given at birth
And paces in circles through her kitchen until 2 am
Time is a child
Who was once young but is now hiding in laughter
Behind pints in a dingy bar
Time is an orchestra
Whose sheet music blew away in the wind
And is relying on memory to take its place
Time is a *******
Of willful regret and sinful inaction
Of brow furled unease and gleeful distraction

So I wait, you wait, and we all wait.
Time will make us as we're meant to be
The religious and academic minds bicker
For time is the cause of reason
And the cause of joy
And sadness
And despair
And everything else

Time is a man with nothing on his mind
And with empty pockets
That he says are full of ungranted wishes
Like a little sack of joy purchased on a street corner

And time is in us all and we are of it
So make of that as you will
Brandon Chutuk
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Brandon Chutuk  26/M/Washington, USA
(26/M/Washington, USA)   
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