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May 14, 2017

Minutes press on and yet don’t mean a thing.

The time of death was 18:34- or 6:34 Post Meridian.

This second lingered, hung in the air with full retribution.

There would be no relief from this pain.

Time is relative.

The car attempted to pass an intersection but careened.

The glass shattered with a loud bang- ocular obsidian.

The car went silent- there is absolutely no destination.

Several wet spots burned from the rain.

Time is relative.

From → Poems

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