into my lungs
like a monk, time now slips
me memories
me memories
people and love and times
away, unavailable
I meet myself falling down
now into stories
now is evening in the world
although inside
the starry core of my body
it says 2:00 am
who knows if I'm really early--
or simply very late
what shall do with myself now
I have broken time
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Pic: I add one snow-globe to my Christmas collection every year. This year, I found these adorable friends exchanging gifts and then I FOUND THE SAME FIGURES AS STUFFIES! I lamented not having tiny babies who would be delighted with this find, but Nu--very kindly--really stepped up their game. 😁🤗
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