frankly it was quite disturbing to me..
i could not work out what this date today is
as in what this date means
for although i apprehended that this date means something
definitely means something..
spilling my hip-flask of sun dials
in a time-slipped ship spun this baffled navigator
all relevant instruments temporarily had lost their bearings just so..
the incessant murmering repeating..
this date
this date definitely means something
something of real significance....
the clunk and clunk serenaded the mulling whispering..
i should know this
and i know i should know this
this should not feel like a cryptic puzzle waiting to be solved..
i reprimanded myself
what is wrong with me
what..
so scraping cogs whirring
i gazed about myself for a clue
so what does this date mean
nothing highlighted in my diary
yet looking down again at the whole page of empty
i recognised this date as..
without sounding overly dramatic
its own thing and present absence almost present..
the drum roll silent to the reveal..
an unsaid
an unsaid so unsaid
and from afar
came the whoosh of feathered time its flighted fluttering spear..
in simpler words
something of a tipped upside-down oh-and-oh
and how that pierced
pierced right through to this
long-gone by the river swept..
did the vanishing vanish itself
an abracadabra of gone..
a gone now meditating
circling out-of-body..
abracadabra
pick a number
any number..
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