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And Tomorrow

 

And Tomorrow


I have a pocket full of futures, a bookshelf rife
with aged volumes of words undone.

 Time is leaden in my hands, hidden in the seam covered
in lint and desperation.

 I have disintegrated the volumes and parceled out hours
tying the chain I have made to my little finger.
Take this pledge, wrap yourself with all our forgotten days.

Remain

With

Me

I will involute creation for you,
a grain of compressed time
warming your hands.


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