Outside Time
He had wanted to be outside time
punched a hole in time crawled through
and was met with
a grey stillness a sewer of spent time.
And what had not happen
never would happen
a place where everything time had to offer was
rendered meaningless
the bones of memories had been picked clean
time had a meaning
he had to go back and find out what it was
to accept
and live his time out
Nothing else made sense.
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