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Stopwatch / a poem by Will Dockery
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Will Dockery
2017-08-20 21:42:09 UTC
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Here, I'll post it again. And again and again, if necessary.
You just can't read it enough times to really fully enjoy it.
Stopwatch
My wayward muse,
I am still in the bewilderness.
Leave it to me,
A mute passing notes to a blind man.
Time has a demand - she's yelling
Through shutdown clocks frozen at noon.
The memories here are snow dust
Under the tiny glittering moon.
Time for Winterworld descending -
Ignite time with a Werewolf bullet so slow.
Flaky leaves spin by me -
Past the ceramic building down below.
In front of a wet breeze,
I think its time to leave your smile.
Even if I am wrong,
Please sit by me for a little while.
Time to draw another picture,
Manufacture memories forever gone.
Somewhere on some red October morning,
We'll meet on that field, alone.
-Will Dockery
Thanks, Corey... it does fit in here rather well, doesn't it?

:)
i***@gmail.com
2017-08-21 02:31:56 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Here, I'll post it again. And again and again, if necessary.
You just can't read it enough times to really fully enjoy it.
Stopwatch
My wayward muse,
I am still in the bewilderness.
Leave it to me,
A mute passing notes to a blind man.
Time has a demand - she's yelling
Through shutdown clocks frozen at noon.
The memories here are snow dust
Under the tiny glittering moon.
Time for Winterworld descending -
Ignite time with a Werewolf bullet so slow.
Flaky leaves spin by me -
Past the ceramic building down below.
In front of a wet breeze,
I think its time to leave your smile.
Even if I am wrong,
Please sit by me for a little while.
Time to draw another picture,
Manufacture memories forever gone.
Somewhere on some red October morning,
We'll meet on that field, alone.
-Will Dockery
Thanks, Corey... it does fit in here rather well, doesn't it?
:)
Excellent.
Will Dockery
2017-08-22 04:59:11 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
Here, I'll post it again. And again and again, if necessary.
You just can't read it enough times to really fully enjoy it.
Stopwatch
My wayward muse,
I am still in the bewilderness.
Leave it to me,
A mute passing notes to a blind man.
Time has a demand - she's yelling
Through shutdown clocks frozen at noon.
The memories here are snow dust
Under the tiny glittering moon.
Time for Winterworld descending -
Ignite time with a Werewolf bullet so slow.
Flaky leaves spin by me -
Past the ceramic building down below.
In front of a wet breeze,
I think its time to leave your smile.
Even if I am wrong,
Please sit by me for a little while.
Time to draw another picture,
Manufacture memories forever gone.
Somewhere on some red October morning,
We'll meet on that field, alone.
-Will Dockery
Thanks, Corey... it does fit in here rather well, doesn't it?
:)
Excellent.
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