around like clothes in a washing machine,
except nothing is ever clearned... time
of day sits around waiting for something
to happen that might cause it to stand up
and take notice... it never does... and I
am left wondering why I have been given
what does not belong to me anymore...
lying around in a mental desert for years
as it matures and evolves into a memory
of no consequence... time extends out
and upward as it moves from one zone
to another... from one dimension to
another... and from one universe to
another... trying to fine its purpose that
was stolen at birth and given to creation
that it might be a useful tool in the future...
we roam the space where we were, picking
up stray fantasies that when joined together
created our anticipated illusion of hope.
29 August 2022
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