time is a slaverand we are its slavesslaves to its whimsslave to its ways, time is a tailorsewing the tickstitching the tocka tightness of fit, time is a gaolerrattling keysa companion unseena sound in the trees, time is a nailerbattening downcutting up rougha silent clown time is a sailorwho never finds shorewaving from somewherewithout any […]
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