Treasure Island

Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.The Void Hour

Sixty minutes, like any other
throughout the year, we

all live & Breath, Love &
hate, work &
idle, eat sleep burp

fart shit & rot as on
our best &
worst day, unwinding from

the clock in that ancient
order accepted in
the first, second, &

third worlds, a tacitly absorbed
imposition on
circadian rhythms &

munchin', snoozin', pooping, loving

~~simply passing~~

in hopes of saving an hour of
daylight like a dime
to no IRA, Christmas Club, piggy
bank, nor the annals of time.

Submitted: Sunday, November 04, 2007
Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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