• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 12
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it is time to slide wonkily downhill
denim bottoms fraying fashionably
rickety rocks kissing ass

it is time for the tinniness of time to
say in its tangy voice
that a floor-door has opened

on to the next
cubicle of time
where an accountant stares

and a computer rusts
and dust rests
and the only movement is you

having fallen frayed bottom-first
exploding with the old
transforming 4 walls

to 5.
the old is like a wind
to the stone-still new

and now it is time again
for a new old and the same old
still new.