The Void Hour by Cretan Maineiac

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The Void Hour

Sixty minutes, like any other
Hour
throughout the year, we

all live & Breath, Love &
hate, work &
idle, eat sleep burp

fart shit & rot as on
our best &
worst day, unwinding from

the clock in that ancient
order accepted in
the first, second, &

third worlds, a tacitly absorbed
imposition on
circadian rhythms

~~simply passing~~

in hopes of saving an hour of
daylight like a dime
to no IRA, Christmas Club, piggy
bank, nor the annals of time.

Cretan Maineiac

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Coreena Kromer (11/9/2007 1:17:00 AM)
interesting write.. got me wanting my 60 mins back or intrestes for lost time lol

Chlorophylled Planz (11/5/2007 2:40:00 AM)
How ya doing Chris... I was out of order and lost you there for a while.. it's a temporal thing... glad I ticked back...at a rate closer to One Peace at a Time

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