For All-time several
dewy thoughts are made in heat
a steamy marsh all ebbed inside
dangle on like fleshy meat
These All-time tendrils
cling on like condensation
droplet dyes in sparkling wine
it drips with trepidation
This All-Time Temple
stuffed with air that whizzes past
schedules, dates, on neural slides
networks of details speeding fast
For All-Time Mental
inside transient info crammed
cursed to fade by history's smite
dewy thoughts make traffic jams
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The Margins of Error
PoetryA collection of brief distracting poems by an equally distracted author. The Door is open, feel free to step inside.
