No one sets out that sets out to be this, when
this
is without anything.
I have dreams that travel
dreams that unravel the timbre
of time.
A full stop,
but I drop all pretension and
only mention this is as it is.
The fragrance always betrays me
when the desire arises within me,
we are the senses
if senses can
sense the end to a beginning.
Was it in the loss or in
the winning that
made being cynical the night watchman at the last
innings?
and who was it being
bowled and caught?
A file in a life full of files flies away.
I collide with each day that gets in my way
moving over for no one
on track for the big one
in time
and
in a time when time becomes clear to me
in the density and thoughts of eternity
where I collide again and again infinitely
I move over.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
No one sets out that sets out to be this, when
this
is without anything.
I have dreams that travel
dreams that unravel the timbre
of time.
A full stop,
but I drop all pretension and
only mention this is as it is.
The fragrance always betrays me
when the desire arises within me,
we are the senses
if senses can
sense the end to a beginning.
Was it in the loss or in
the winning that
made being cynical the night watchman at the last
innings?
and who was it being
bowled and caught?
A file in a life full of files flies away.
I collide with each day that gets in my way
moving over for no one
on track for the big one
in time
and
in a time when time becomes clear to me
in the density and thoughts of eternity
where I collide again and again infinitely
I move over.
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