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Mar 2014
from one hand
throw all the seconds and minutes into the air,
do this at night,
when the stars are out,
when those pieces of time touch the stars,
that dust, that magic star dust, falls to you
                                                  and to the earth
time stands still,
as if your will, can freeze for a moment, too
rearrange the parts of your day,
go on make the bad things go away,
pile all the good, close, right near,
be prepared,
                     too disappear, for when,
you judge good and bad,
you may lose the best you had,
you can cast the worst away,
which may have made you more human,
that tick of the clock, you threw away.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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