#vaniver

Okay, here's another one. It's about time and its arbitrariness. Since Tumblr is a picture-oriented medium, I've tried to remember the occasional phrase that produces images I like and repeat it throughout the poem -- I think "twinkling" in particular is very charming. I hope the poem is enjoyable and not off-putting in any way!

Leave the future to the greens: of stars and longing. I am black and white.

The trees unleash a garbled talk talk talk. Flashbulb, trunks like swords, and the mighty trunk of a lynx.

We know our time is fleeting. We know our time flies. So let's make hay, with our time, let's turn it into hay.

Breathe in, and out. Forget the time of our breathing, the space in between breaths. Thick cobwebs, inching across the sky. Pants. I am frozen, the time does not tick by.

My life is a wisp, a spark, a flame. That's right, it's invisible. I'm a twinkling, an abstruse sign. My life is the time of laughter. My life is the time of tears. Except I'm bored, because I'm crying and laughing at once.

The sky is brilliant. A skull, gazing up at the lit sky. Everything is lit, like an erupting volcano on TV.

Time stretches out, and as it does, it wavers. The time of grief, the time of drama. The time of misery. The time of dreary repetition, the time of always being late. The time of staring out the window. The time of sexual daydreams. You could say it's almost all about time.

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