Digital drawing · poetry

Chrono-prehensive

Come here my beautiful second,

count me your sands.

Come here you momentous minute,

let’s ask the stars.

Come to me honorable hour,

I will lay in your rice.

At mid day as the 12 second of the 6 minute of each 3 hours passed.

I will count and measure all of my temporal morbidity of my life,

not of anything,

but everything that lighted each seed of the word I uttered of all of the

memories I gathered.

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