Thursday, September 29, 2016

chip away

the chisel of time
it never stops
it chips away
flesh from bones
feelings from thoughts
thoughts from memories
memories from stories
stories from fiction 
till there is left
only a core
the most basic instinct
an essence
as the seconds tick
through it
the clock is mad
so mad to find
there is something 
it can't chip away

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