4:38

The world is stuck at 4:38

 

Somehow between then and

Now

The thing has ticked and

Turned to 6:01,

Must have been a second before

The shutters opened up

To the exuberant existence of

Everything

Defined by those that cannot live

Without attempting to define

The undefinable.

 

And it is still 4:38,

For one might say we are stuck

Here.

This time however,

There is no wait.

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