it’s about time

by on February 6, 2018 :: 1 comment

I’m a horologist
of sorts
my interest in time wanders from trepidation
to abject repulsion
fearing ineptitude in understanding it
only compounded by my hatred observing its hungry maw
but clocks are innocents, simple faces of man’s vanity
as if the need to pace one’s self could have a purpose

I’ve felt this way for quite a while
how long
I certainly do not care to know

I mean, to know time
requires admitting my folly
and well, I don’t have time for that

editors note:

Second(s) that! – mh clay

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