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when the Gods allow

February 6, 2017

seeking time for meditations
on such things as
white shirts and
small flowers and
midnights

flights far below fantasy,
skimming the red earth,
spraying dust north and south

back to the chocolate contrasts,
the spectrum of dark to light,
tonight or
tomorrow
or when the Gods allow

the antidote to the passage of time
the cure against efficiency and
best results and
squeeze of juices from every
human minute,
that which transforms into
inhuman minutes of billable hours

they call it escapes,
I gather the time in armfuls
and lay the bounty upon
sumptuous horizontals

and there to lie
as how else
to find the mind space
to live

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