by my consciousness,
grabbing those we
want to keep...
letting the rest flow
into oblivion where
the crime of awareness
is no longer an
obstacle to growth;
moments move in a
staccato rhythm
bouncing off the rooftops
of our imaginations
like a dancer clicking
their way across the stage;
single file moments
move counter-clockwise
to the reality of time
that has positioned itself
on our front doorsteps for
renewal considerations;
fugitive moments hide
in the dirty canals of
the subconsciousness
hoping to escape the
tortuous crimes for which
they are accused... by
the masters of the universe
whose goal is to maintain
its existence in silent secrecy.
16 December 2021
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