The moment is open
time fell down flat
weighed by the myriad reviews
Spongy romping sauces
dripping pattycake time
frying under the projection light
Good pop bad paparazzi
jangling a discourse of
WHAT?!
Someone speaks fritteringly:
"When—Time herself—has gone
to the bathroom
She'll be backwards
after the nevermore"
Damn...
I wanted her there
so I'd have a moment,
a moment to do
the wanting
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