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This week's offering is from a Clevelandpoetics - The Blog reader:
DAZE OF THE WEAK
Does anyone really know what time it is,
And does anyone really care?
Zen might tell that time is
Enough within itself, self-realized, a thought
Ordering the universe, the universe in OM.
Friday is a state of mind.
That much is clear to me, although
Here and now, I have no time, where once,
Everywhere I looked, time lurked.
Where has all that surfeit of time
Escaped to, how can I bottle time
And save some for later? If you
Know, please let me in on it... if you have the time.