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Aug 2014
Time is like a snail
today
       slow
             slow
                  slowly
the hand moves around the
clock.
        tock
            tock
                tickety tock
My thought become stagnant
primordal things
              attuned to nothing
just white noise
                     and static
as I wait for the world to deliver me
            something anything
different to the
                    tickety
                           tock
                               tock
                                   tock
       of the slow moving clock

white noise
               and static
                          white noise
and static....
            
          *.Nunc Cocleam.
Written by
squiggles  mostly in my head
(mostly in my head)   
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   betterdays
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