Saturday, June 20, 2020

no time

no one has time anymore
to stop.

and meet, or talk.

they have nine watches
on their arm.

you can hear them ticking
from a mile away.

busy. busy. busy.
they are pale.

approaching grey.

they have no time, no room
on their calendar.

they only have this phone,
this cold piece
of metal,

without a soul, but leading the way.

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