Spare Me An Hour

I wonder,

while my eyelids

weightless in a vacuum,

imagine miles

the allowance of a measure

a value option

when we cross paths

decide upon a course

of autonomy,

our own manner of delve

into a sea of natural

controversy.

~

While the world conveys

a certain security

in sync with

planned reality,

how often would we

wish to wallow

in the slow motion atmosphere

of minutes before

rather than the time ahead

unraveling before our very eyes.

Knowledge is a virtue,

begs to suggest we have already,

hiked along this trail of time.

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