A distraction from time or the destruction of time?
An acrostic poem
During the course of the entire day
I struggle with time to give value to the things I create
Simple tasks swirl around in my head like leaves on an autumn tree, begging to be taken care of
Time is everything, suspended and no doubt killed
Rather silent, but speaking through the clouds
Art of wise choice is the best currency in circulation
Chances are that the things will finally clear up
Trembling in the branches like impatient birds
Ignoring the environment, opening up to new paths
Openness is what attracts them most
Never stand still, always go to the other side though!
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Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
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