Cretan Maineiac (April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)
.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 &
munchin', snoozin', pooping, loving
~~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.
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An interesting piece, 'The Void Hour'.
interesting write.. got me wanting my 60 mins back or intrestes for lost time lol
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
Wow. You got me focussing on my bodily functions and looking at my watch and thinking, must spend time better.... t x
Cretan:
thanks, I forgot to fall back into that lost hour
and set back the clock
thanks
Matt