Mar 5, 2013 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries

Time, that is.

I know I do it.  Shamelessly, ashamedly, confidently, diffidently, sheepishly, daily.

I should be mocked, put in stocks.   There she stands, that bad thing, they would jeer.  Look how she stares into the middle distance.

I hear them, and pretend not to.

Don’t reinvent the wheel!  says an earnest well-wisher.

Oh no, I never do that! I hasten to reassure her, myself, and anyone who might be listening.

Beside me, invisible to all, stands my prisoner, who smiles grimly.   The stocks and manacles seem to tighten.

Thief!  Thief! Thief! whispers the voice remorselessly.

I am silent.

The aeons whirl around my head.  Eternity waits.

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