Standby II

 

The body

is an echoing warehouse;

 

the thought

a piercing pain;

 

time

an epilepsy of black-and-white rhythms

 

Death is on standby





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Written on 2024-10-23 at 09:31

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Comment for alarian:

A saying of mine: All places are here, all times now. For anyone and everyone anytime, this is true. All else is just constructions.
2024-10-25



very nice imagery
made me want to write some more poems

about time; I wonder if thoughts are linked with time if there is a past, a present or a future
2024-10-23