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The Clock
Contributed by
kareless
on
Wednesday, 27th April 2005 @ 09:22:28 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Racing against the tick & tock of the indefinite watch of the hand that paces in perfect circle around the shape of the hour that is so unmoved.
While each tick after tock infringes upon your right & ability to stand as still as the shape of each hour that is so...
flat & straight from bumps being driven over & over; now so ungroved.
Freedom of life awaits no one & nothing!
The sounds of scurried feet echo off the walls so loud from the unmonitored shuffling!
Movement of each foot closes the space that left a pocket of air for you to breathe a breath to feed your life.
While the patter quickens & echos roar infringing on that freedom your life has long awaited...
Copyright ©
kareless
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2005-04-27 09:22:28]
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Re: The Clock
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by fixed on
Wednesday, 27th April 2005 @ 02:09:41 PM AEST
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| I like the structure of this as it is experimental which is always a good thing. i like the use of long sentences, different. kudos |
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