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on time
I remember, fifty years agoBus ride home from schoolFull heat of glowering sunFace flat against cool windowAsleep between stopsKaleidoscopic dreams confusingConversations of passengersWith people bouncing around my headWhite collar grey with sweatSo hot, stumbling to the stepsDown to the platformWatching the stop approachingStepping off as the bus pausedFinding my feet for the first time ~ →
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on history
immediatelyall dreams dissolved, fear took gripeach day feels endless ~ n.b. Faith in The Great Healer crumbles, as Time slows and every single second chews up and spits out another a piece of the soul, in slow motion. Ever done something you wish you had not? CLP 17/01/2023 →