time packs meat onstretches us thin
hollowed & guilty now
sluggish & slow & low
foot passengers now
on the secret skerry ferries
queuing in the blued mire
where once
our innocence
used to burst
&
play
~
a fast decade
two slim years
green months
red weeks
grey-beige arsehole days
two hours
one
soon none
then delirium minutesof utter focus
or not
thats life in a nut
what will you paint on its shell ?
& when ?
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