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Anxious Brooding

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Time
echoing in my mind
through these halls
dripping off my lips
like dew off lilies
circling my eyes
blurring the pastandpresent
fading the good memories
resurfacing the bad
jumbling the excitement
and fear
and envy
anger and pleasure
rewriting itself
over and over
and over again
until nothing is the same
everything is
different; every-
thing is new and old and
middle-aged
until life repeats
and echoes anew
in my trembling body
as I await the news
my future
my stability
anything that it may let me know
about myself
as I am strangled in
its dark clutches
Time, you do no justice
and all you hold
are prisoners





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