Upon Time & Flight

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Once upon a world,
when we smiled with our eyes,
and laughed with our bellies
before the hands of the clock were worn with age,
before the bells stopped chiming,
before the batteries ran out.



Time, the thief who stole
our mother’s everlasting compassion,
our father’s undying love.
The crook who took
her from him,
him from her.



The pickpocket
who left us all alone,
searching through the pouches
of our empty lives,
stumbling drunkenly
through dark days,
and watched us finally drown
right before the clock of light.



We held on to memory
with stacks of yellowed,
water-damaged journals.
We had frantically scribbled our legacy in
before blowing out candle after candle for years.



We gripped onto emotions,
with the music of star-crossed lovers,
and true love’s kiss.
The ones we imitated in vain.



Time, the teacher
who suddenly pushed me off the edge of a cliff,
when I was too afraid to fly.
 

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