Mass

James Long
Jun 10, 2024
1 min read

Moving brings a sense of waitlessness

Still,

the second hand isn't smooth

Lurching, shuddering, steps, forward

Quivering between now and now

You sense it, the weight upon your soles

The heaviness of time

You will feel it

When the toys that meant everything are finally tossed out

And their las words have been recorded over.

Careless repetition

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