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


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.