№ 54


all the time,     now
flashes in the mist
— ephemeral; vestiges
of the nothing
birthing something
(the nouns) —
like Time’s Arrow
shooting through the mind’s
eye, pointed
lazily–this way?
؟taht ro–

flimsy
little
arrow
i question:
why so determined?
what’s the rush?

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