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Friday, August 5, 2016
Time Served
It was so familiar and not so strange--
Things were what I thought all these years
And I wasn't imagining but I did imagine
more time and there lies the shame.
I remembered the rooms, the boulders.
The cats, the dogs. The rains and thunder.
How to make it last, be more, seem more?
Time is ignored a little under the lights.
Away from the hysteria, I'm finding out
Just what, exactly? Just who? Right?
Here is my card. Here is the past
moving everything back to its place.
Here are my scars, my tubes and clamps.
This is my heart, squeezing, squeezing.
That's where I go, but I don't know where.
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