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There's Never Enough TimeBefore the very first breath of air filled my lungs like sails
And blew me out into the waters of life,
I marched towards that end of all ends: Reaper's macabre kiss;
Which calls the weary to find peace.
Time is a blazing cosmic crucible; blending into one seamless cycle
Whose complexity is of such a grand scale
That even my limber and unique mind cannot begin
To make sense of even a single thread's journey; let alone
understanding the writhing tapestry of the shadows' dance,
blacker than the emptiness between stars. Let his nimble hands dance flawlessly across all of the ages, twisting and pulling at trillions of threads of fate
Filling up the utterly colorless shores of the infinite sky, working in tandem to create...
Pulling from the chaos a perfect solution.
The Coyote tricks the moon, but the joke is on him.
The egg is life; it plays all sides.
Something's WrongMadness boiling away, beneath my skin
Making broth of my bones, cooking me like meat
Devouring everything; blindly, without prejudice
Wiping away all of what made me myself
Replacing it all with spider's webs and moonlight
And dark passion, black enough to taint the saints' tongues
Something's wrong inside me
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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