Clocks are for Suckers

under the shadow
of thoughts already thunk
there used to be water here
there used to be life
calendars trick us about growth
i'm done with demanding names
for every moment
shared or unshared
i'm melting origins
& finales
planting flowers
in fields of nevers
i'm unwinding all the clocks
that tick the dirty little lie of
TIME

* el vik