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Thinking
i am numb to the outside
as it whirls around me
passing me by
an i frozen in time?
or flying so fast
that the blur begets stillness?
Either answers the same, for
the moments melt into morrow
and now is never again
The day, elusive
like the mouse
and the dark night, quick
and clean as a cleaver
the only time
I stop and think
is…
...Saturday 8th February 2025 3:12 am
Sunset
there once was a boy
good-hearted and innocent
worried not about the
flecks of mud
clinging to his toes
thinking not of the
stinging scrapes
kissing his knees
worried not
save for the dwindling daylight
bringing end
if only temporary
to his fun
there was once a man
chased by the sun
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