what we bear
January 01, 2005 saturday - 01:53
there are long stretches of time; hours and moments pile atop each other, and meaning blurs - it is late, it is time for bed, give me two hours, deadline, half a day, clocks, schedules, night, just a minute - and then
for it is not time that we want to stop, that we fear, but its passing.
so easy to forget?
i float, and i wage empty wars.