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That Old Bastard Time By m.d. ward Time’s a prison. It’s an old man with a switchblade and a bag of sand. Slicing the heads off the sunflowers. Washing away Mountains. Obliterating Suns. Time
is the the The Dusty Door. Time is a
Cobweb melting in the Rain. Time is the Cocks Crow. The Ears of Time are Deaf as Stone, His
Eyes as Blind as Death. The Mouth of
Time is Red with Blood. His Heart is
Made of Lead. His stiff Fingers put silver
pennies on the eyes of the Dead.
Before there was Day, Before there was Night, Before there was God,
There was TIME. M.
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