Thursday, June 23, 2011

between the documents


clustered paper mountains,
swallowed boredom counts the hours,
hundred miles up,
suspended earth turns in galactic magic,
infinite miles out,
time was an idea


















3 comments:

Old Ollie said...

Time- it is infinite,yet it hems us in.

Fisheye Lens said...

It's easy to drown in a sea of protocol. Been there. Feeling for you, man.

Nice description of an exquisite ennui. A subject/style reminiscent of the Metaphysical Poets.

Square Corner said...

Time is a document. I lost the file. Outta time. 4 c'clock. Go home. Sleep. Go to work. Find document.