Three Sixties


The walls around you catch the light
Where shadows curve and bend,
Running in circles through the night
As though they never end,

Sight aside the world not there
As far as I can see,
In a place where much is mere
Where little left is free,

Pay me everything borrowing the day
I will catch up with you hurrying away,
So much power put in a name
Just to play a confidence game,

Take the moments fall like rain
Silence countless seconds first,
Then you start to count again
When you know that bubbles burst,

Thinking of the wheels all run astray
Dreaming of the time that slipped away,
Like a poem written inkspill
With a feathery shaking quill,




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Written on 2013-01-01 at 07:57

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