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confrontation

Posted to Poetry




i see this thing.. this monster
trapped upon my wall just within eye reach
with its arms flaying in agony

if it had a mouth i know it would
be shouting... screaming madly
'time is measurement of moments!'

and i slowly get up from my seat
and pace myself slowly toward it
and remove the clock from its hook

time flies

but moments

are divinely carved into memories