the night burns into day
as day walks into evening
time laughs at our digital clocks
laughs herself to sleep at night
beneath the sky-lights
beneath blue and black and greys
and morning shades of blood and autumn
time is a lake
and a dessert
time is darkness
time is light
time is a billion years of fill-in-the-blank metaphors
she never flies straight
she's laughing to hard
at the ticking of our time-telling devices
telling us nothing
precisely
nothing
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