The Hours

November 24, 2014 § Leave a comment

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Endangered, she said,
when I drink my morning coffee
to disappear, to lose control
to find everything unreal.
 
Take these memories of last year,
dip them in hot water like tea,
add sugar, take a sip, come near!
 
How long long can take? How
immediate can be now? And
where is yesterday when one needs it?”
 
Awake. In the wee hours 
thoughts are preserved in darkness,
to dissolve with the first light.
 
 
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