I set the clock, and advance to the rear of mind.
Retrograde walking, and then recline, to where I live part time.
Waking to my alter, my other if you will, I'm home.
Alarm bells draw me rudely, back to face my front.
I wash my face, and mask the look of discontent.
I was not sleeping, I was living, and I did not sleep alone.
- Wallace
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Alarm Clock
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As if any clock needed to be called an alarm clock. All clocks are alarming.
I haven't been wearing a watch for the last 20 years.
"Reading" makes a point.
I've collected wristwatches for some time - but I rarely wear them.
I never need an alarm - I just go to bed 'x'-hours before I know I'll wake up.
One day, I won't.
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