A TokTic Environment
Pass On Moments
Two young thieves I love,
Whom, from chronos, they did steal.
To bend and fold, “NOW”
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I look at what’s seen
The impossibility
My children can be
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Three versions at once
Who they’ll be and are and were.
Mind blown by clashing
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Bitter sweet passings
I miss what’s logged in my mind
Relish them often
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When present, I’m home
Regret steals it, when absent
Peace as rare as gnomes
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Can’t clutch onto time.
She bobs, she weaves, and sticks.
A constant construct.
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“Daddy! Chase me, chase…”
Echos while I hear, “I’m fine.”
Too soon at age nine!
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The past rips right past
“Can I watch YouTube, works done.”
Can I make this last?
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Purity leaves fast
Corrosion is on me too
I give in, I do
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Raising them in this!
The toxic environment
Portals and blue screens
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Dopamine rushes
Cheap thrills baits a need for pills
Exiting moments
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I see them in all
All grown folks that pass near us
wondering who they’ll…
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Stop time please! “Tick Tock”
Cruely stated to this dad.
Keep begging each clock.
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They are still young though.
No tics? No tocs? Please God no!
Future self take note.
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For J. For S.
From Daddy
About the Creator
Isaac Haldeman
NYC
I enjoy stories and telling them.
I’m the rich father before I am the poor artist.
Working on a novel. Why is it so hard?! ;)
@isaachaldeman
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