Fascinated byA desire to track time At the tightest possible grainTicking off fractions of a moment
But then one catcheshalted by the slightest edgeIts fleeting qualities extruded infinitely Warping perspective like a paused tape
eyes finally tire of Tracing the interlaced details of the frameThe seconds are seconds againand no time has passed
Weary from the hours spentOn the movement of the metronomeAnd longing for the formless daysOf years gone by
Fascinated by
A desire to track time
At the tightest possible grain
Ticking off fractions of a moment
But then one catches
halted by the slightest edge
Its fleeting qualities extruded infinitely
Warping perspective like a paused tape
eyes finally tire of
Tracing the interlaced details of the frame
The seconds are seconds again
and no time has passed
Weary from the hours spent
On the movement of the metronome
And longing for the formless days
Of years gone by
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