Life must be held suspended in a glance

That moves backwards, forwards, holding

Your life together, ceaselessly

Reminding that you are

Something; this thing.

You stop looking: You fall

From a vacant gaze

Into vacant skies

Or even less.

That time is now and truth outside

You can assent to abstractly,

Obstinately,

While the watchman in your eyes

Patro...

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