MY TIME
Time moves slowly, very slowly...
S l o w l y I chase it
I crawl with it
The days are l o n g so very l o n g
Minutes become hours
six hundred minutes per hour
Time does not fly
My time goes afoot.
October 14, 1998
MYJA
MY TIME
Time moves slowly, very slowly...
S l o w l y I chase it
I crawl with it
The days are l o n g so very l o n g
Minutes become hours
six hundred minutes per hour
Time does not fly
My time goes afoot.
October 14, 1998
MYJA
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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