10/3/12 1:33pm – 10/3/12 4:49pm
the varying length of a minute
when i’m lost somewhere between thoughts
it ceases to exist
when reciting names of it’s sixty children
it is exactly what it is
when i watched my grandmother’s soul
escape through her mouth it felt eternal
when i found out how much my mother stole
i stopped counting all together
when my father has a stroke
i will cling to it’s sixty children
& beg each one to stop the running
that they’ve become so skilled in
when my younger brother outlives me
& i’m lost somewhere between thoughts
that’s when these words alone can give the
easy way to wind down it’s clock