a broader page

by mistersoto

spilt pack
of days
life’s high tide
fissures
faith
in clocks
and time
slipping it’s
measure
exits
for now
deflecting
the slightest of description
but for now
we’ll hold to
the timetable
with it’s squares
some named
some blank
some highlighted
some left unmarked
and stare off
across a broader page

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