Tuesday, January 29, 2013

1-29-2013


Swiftly now! Write like the arboreal bellows on a wild Northern sea! Write like the gallop of blood through lovers' veins! Write like the feet of Gene Kelly! Fly fingers! Fly! Outpace the night!

There is no time! The clock has got me shackled to a deadline, manacled to a midnight minute from which I cannot be unloosed. Life is so diffuse and the days so compressed. How may a mere time-dweller reconcile the two? I know not. I know not! I rack my brain, the seat of man's moments, but the seconds remain unstretched. 12.29. Tick tock. Tick tock. The sandman's hand infiltrates the hourglass and collects the last grain. I must pay the debt of that handful of dust and turn myself over to sleep. 

No comments:

Post a Comment