Monday, August 09, 2021

as time runs away

sometimes I speak of myself
in past tense, in third person
--I fall asleep, it's another day

I fall asleep and it's still today
life conveys me, an escalator
I ascend without any attempt 

I make meaning of everything
as time runs away, unmasking
all these unwitnessed narratives

and somedays will remind me 
of me, as I sift for obscurity
dowse for light... stay for me


Pic: T. J. Jarrett 

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