Broken Watches

two steps forward, one step back.

my life is a paradigm of anti-progress.

comparison is the precipice of failure

and I am hanging off the ledge.


time is my rival, an invader of mind-

space and principle. twenty-three years

of minutes have passed me by.

I am stagnant. time leaves me behind.


I don’t own a single watch that works

and maybe that’s why. or maybe this

world has forgotten the sky (feet

move too fast to stop and look up).


Still, I hope my soul never anchors to

time. I hope it wondrously wanders

these lines and someday, someday

time will be mine.

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