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Now Doth Time Waste.....


Like rain trickling through the sediment,
broken stones, broken minutes, broken bones.

The days pass, creeping slowly onward,
left alone, leaving shadows, left unknown.

No respite from the continuing cycle,
once more, once again, once endured.

That holds the fragile, timid soul of man,
stands poor, standing naked, stands unsure.

                                                                                                              ---e.a.s. demers




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  1. Joe RichardsonSeptember 2, 2012 at 12:18 AM

    This is just beautiful...

    In my head, I see a broken, rusted clock, overgrown in vegetation, water pooling in the case.

    Lovely words, these. Thanks for posting them...

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    1. e.a.s. demersSeptember 6, 2012 at 11:21 PM

      Thank you, my friend... I didn't even think about a clock when I was writing this, but, I can see it now :-)

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