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F---ing in Sidereal Time I understand it now- The heavy featured man in a fedora Sets the watch on the table beside me Hands curve around numerals Curve around- Up my thighs Under my skirtů Sliding past my time My defenses Caught in moments I have never seen, Feelings unearthed - -I 'm no longer lateral- Seeing- Misery- Real time- Toil and waste Slow, painful crawl to annihilation Twenty-four hour Race to the end of our days, Look up to the sky Measure from the zodiac The span of my life and back again Where is the bliss? Handful of minutes I've savored Squandered- Thrown away, Trodden into the dust of mediocrity. Slipping- On narrow ledge of decision Desperate to keep my balance Falling back under the wheels Of boredom Grinding down my soul Toppling into that Other life Fleshed out with secrets and depth Textures and ellipses of events Beckon, glimmer On the edge of my vision- Flying- Reaching- I am- Luminosity at last! Sidereal- Existing - Right here In me- Where I've curved My essence Around a stranger's parts- Found lost moments- Scattered in my brain Collecting in my heart- Hidden from myself Casualty of real time.
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