![]() Now It's InconvenientA Poem by Against All Authority![]() About ideas flowing at the wrong time.![]()
The idle moment flickers
dime, faint, and feeble. Squint through the black, nothing is even visible. Yet, I ache for these moments of silent peace. Hoping that my thoughts may somehow exit me. Given the opportunity, they do not openly graze; instead they bump about as in an intricate maze. The moment then fades; solitude then recedes. Given no time, now they all come out of me.
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Added on June 19, 2016 Last Updated on June 19, 2016 Tags: writing, inconveniences, bad timing Author
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