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August 10, 2015
And it seems that some will
come to see their lives
as a resolute passage
of a finite amount of time.

We come across one another
and we compare thoughts
on the space in time allotted
to us.

It is slippery.
We don't know the size of the slug
we are living.
It could end tomorrow
or in thirty years
and thirty years seems like a useful
division of time to me.

Well we are sliding around one another
trying to catch hold
each hanging onto
our space of time with one
hand and trying to signal with the other.