
every second of every minute has just passed
before we even have a chance to understand
the images fade and the moments blur
and the future is as solid as smoke
the mortgage or the leaks or the retainer
the worn brakes bald tired suv still needing tuition
the bulk chocolate that has expired
the prozac with a chaser before the bell
the calendar that needs more dates
the unscheduled storms
the spiraling emotional cost of false revelations for a better tomorrow
the antidotes of wasteful distractions that leech the hours
the grand design pulls the future towards us
the same way gravity tugs at our spines
and as each day falls
leaving post flash ghostly images
trying to burn a history
the ultimate chain reaction is strikingly mechanical
... .thurlo.
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