Crunch Time
My eyes define the edge,
and relieve to see the clock still holds time,
etching thin lines between numbers,
dividing minutes in its digital insides,
counting the span I've lapsed,
from now until next week.
A collection of original poems and photos. I believe that art comes out of humility. Herein lies my crash course of the said matter.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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