At a stalemate with time.
Nathanael Berends May 31st, 2004
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.