year

 

what time is it in the strip?

yards of years tapped one behind the other..

right behind the other, they know..

so close, they smell the fear

that grows

one controls the other..

even from afar, there is control of you...

reeds worn thin, yet never break

slim and the skin so wet, so ripe

yields to claim steak to the ground, free

yet is bound,

bound.