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| Wheels of time...(oil pastels on paper) |
Years slip
on,
on rheumatic limbs
strapped to roller skates.
Seconds drip
into minutes...
hours
meet their end.
Time’s vortex-
An omnivorous
vacuum cleaner,
Gnawing memories,
wrinkling years,
hurtles in swirls...
Yet
lifelines can’t
be win-zipped.
Are wont to wait,
to tip
when until!
Plastic Time.
No recycling,
No snipping,
no stretching either.
An oblivious hourglass,
Time passes through us,
smirking.
Foolish me thinks:
“These are our times...!”
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