I sat
squeezing beside me, is time
I see
underneath above me, was time
slow bullet
hardly penetrating exhaustion
it brought us
through tunnel
starting in darkness, ending, light
gave me space
hang my head in silence
..
it stopped in a split second
hushed me to another
new world
(everyday)
1 comment:
well, a bullet train ride in Japan.
hints of the link between consciousness and time.
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