Courtesy: @Drew_Beamer unsplash.com 2018

Time.

An ever elusive currency.

Slips through your hands the instant it arrives.

Never to be replenished,

no matter how hard you try.

No refunds.

No exchanges.

Destructive editing, upon attempting to revisit

past time.

Pain.

Joy.

It’s all fleeting.

It’s all expensive.

It’s all finite.

Instead,

embrace the moment,

the lesson,

and

by default,

perhaps growth.

Don’t waste in vain a truth you cannot change.

Tick. Tock.

Spend it wisely.

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Waking sleep whispers

my refuge.

wanders into the abyss of a

new

day

filled with hope of

truth revealed in all of its

glorious

manifestations.

deceit-a suctioned beast

lurking beneath the depths of sanity-

barreling against fact.

shall it stay away and play

within its constraints

long enough to be tamed-

conquered by another day of light.

C. Letic

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Courtesy of C. Letic July 26, 2022.

Guarded.

You must of felt my scratch in the hollows of your heart.

For all that I have tried to reach and never touched, never scarred.

Your eyes still burned.

Your skin
Wrinkled.

Soul distended.
Inside out.

Reprehended.

For once

time has revealed

offered you…

20–20.

An awareness

a rude awakening…

a crystal clear vision of
the dirt
Under your finger nails.

Aware

that
all you needed
was a clipper.

Note to self:

You’re welcome.

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