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Time Management
Trying to manage my time.
Put hours in pockets.
Line lint with
Minutes.
Pull them out
When
I'm ready
To spread sighs
Across 39 seconds divine.
The time I use
To analyze
The illogicality
Of Love.
The skipping of a heartbeat
Lost between a micro-moment
Forever.
Time like trains press on.
Words uttered -
Left a distant spark
On rails passed.
Illogical.
Rooted in
Gossamer soil.
Love does strike
At improper hours
And clogs veins
In musky oil.
Flowing through
Saturated bodies.
Streams
Cackling with
Broken dreams.
Tranquil
Yet Fierce.
Eroding earth chunks at its width's end.
Consuming, Inviting dirt
To merge as one.
Love in these ways
Expands sideways
Like the raging river
Chewing away
At all dirt lumps
Of inhibition.
Widening its magnitude
To consume
You.
All this
In 39 seconds.
Still not quite enough.
Now its seen
Why I do
Manage my Time.
