Pass a
loathsome hour
with
time reminding you that
it
exists,
that the
hour is happening,
that
things you’d
rather
not do are being done
and then
times that hour
by
twenty-four, then that by
three-hundred-sixty-five,
then
that by
something like eighty
well you’ve
got your whole
life, a
series of hours
that
they tortured you to pass.
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