i am numb to the outside

as it whirls around me

passing me by

an i frozen in time?

or flying so fast

that the blur begets stillness?

Either answers the same, for

the moments melt into morrow 

and now is never again

The day, elusive 

like the mouse

and the dark night, quick 

and clean as a cleaver

the only time 

I stop and think

is…

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there once was a boy

good-hearted and innocent

worried not about the 

flecks of mud

clinging to his toes

thinking not of the

stinging scrapes

kissing his knees

worried not

save for the dwindling daylight

bringing end

if only temporary

to his fun

there was once a man

chased by the sun

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