tie me
to it, manacled everywhichway
met it with some contempt today
one derisive wink of red from the alarm clock
a synchronic call from a friend
to make use of it - time!
what's a waste?
this productive?
in what way?
time chasing,
fleeting
pull from every direction
a tug of war, me as the knot
more tension
rope taut
my shoulders tense, so i lay
down and sleep some times
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Poetry without gesticulation.
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