the origins of
Supposing
time had always been
and it grew
conscious of this, anxious
and knowing, we
tried the best we knew
to push it off, in the darkness.
something resembling
falling stars, or tidal waves at night
happened and it all came back,
the speed, the stuck. coming
undone off of seats, stances, arms'
lengths in mysterious fluctuations,
the seasons could sing of this
hymns that no one knows
the origins of.
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