Documenting Time: #1

Time settles now into a heavy blanket

of ash, traces patterns on flesh. Grey.

Time was  your eyes

were a sky, and mine sought stars,

(something like joy) what perversions

contained in that dream?

and as I knelt there in the dirt

the shells destroyed me

Sliced epitaphs into my knees.

And the time that once slipped

like a fish, so fast my fingers caught only rock

has jolted to a stop, a screen door

closed.

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