My Own Time Machine
And from beyond and back again to this place. Torrid turning time has taken a grand grasp of me.
Never letting go. I see every instant.
Those moments now and then, here and near to me always recalling so clear.
I replay
and replay
and replay
to please my mental pallet of pure lessons.
I taste mistake misguidedly.
Fear in the fun of It
Leaning back on the tire swing.
Gravity pulls me to the polls,
I am certain my head will hit hardn' heavy.
Hands pinched in the links of chain
Cheap tricks to play on a child.
No softer of a material could be found to fabricate the these things of play?
Spinning
spinning
whip, whip
round in circles sick.
Loving every second.
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