/ damn, time /

caution!
who forgot the sign?
now nothing
neither to tell, nor to gently remind
time, perhaps you shouldn't run so recklessly ahead
which of course is ignored, then
onto slick future floors
forcing moments to collide
and it keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
into the few chairs
reserved for time-paying patrons
scattered now throughout the lobby of next week
if it would only slow down we could find a seat...






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