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You have entered the realm of my mind where words play with the fabric of our existence. This is the map of my imagination: the very foundations of inspiration, musing, and thought splayed for your wandering eyes. Dive deep into the tides of these forces and experience my reality, my fantasy, my world; and if you should be so inclined, share your words with this land.

Peace and Love!

J Hart F

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Wearing Day





The time ticks

it tocs

We tick with the constant motion

We talk of better ways.

Ticking gently pushes eyes "forward" to an ever narrowing field of view,

the stalking openness prevents the freedom to feel obliged.

As the hands of the day tick faster with the sun climbing over the sky ever onward to the west where mountains lie

the feet drag with thick stocks growing to reach the heavens with open leaves glowing bright.

The tick is right, only doubtful in a dream.

The toc is left to fend for itself.

The tick is first and always last.

The toc is last before the mind.

The time ticks on

it tocs of truth.




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