At a stalemate with time.

I Was Cleaning My Room Today, And Found This Poem That I Wrote Ages Ago. The Structure Is Presented Here Just As It Is In The Book – It May’ve Made Sense At One Point, But No Longer Does.

Enjoy!

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Perhaps seeking an answer

to a question I have not

yet asked, I find myself

at a stalemate with time.

When it begins, I must continue.

For now, it is stopped, &
I am alive!

When it resumes, I imagine,

the inevitabilitys of the world

will force me to begin.
+I LOVE IT+

In an effort to verbally

outdo myself, I find a page

of fancy words, & non-sentances.

The meaning, like time,

has eluded me once again.