before we knew what time was
we had five year plans
ten year
millennia
we thought each day would be just like the last
that the seasons’ passage did not erode but fortify
our allotment of breaths
this sense we have of timelessness
of needlessness:
a lie
time devours your enemies
more surely than you ever could
hold fast
for the centre has been loosed
mere anarchy enough to mute
their serpentine refusal
their temptation not to know but to deny
hold fast
two words
infinite meanings implicated
in the order of their syllables
hold fast
at this sticking point
this point of flesh
this knowingness
this ganglion incretion
towards your ulterior motives
this lawless urge to plunder
oneself
(July 2023)
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