Pejorative daydreams producing a maddening flutter, churned over in due time placating a beautiful rift.

What is the matter with time? 

If I go on a walk around a peculiar village shop, and I meet a girl with chin length hair and a mouth like spring,

What does it matter what time it is? 


One thought on “Time

  1. this feels like the beginning of a novel…an oddly beautiful, strangely poetic novel….
    wonderfully short (gives it punch) yet I didn’t want it to end.
    Four lines left me breathless.

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