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
fades,
without any meaning no time has passed no time can pass. this is how you stop time: dive into it, swim, and let it close over your head; hang motionless in its depths, breathe it into your lungs, and forget.

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.

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