given surplus
time–
i swear i’d waste
it not
on same games
that got me
caught.
time
tomorrow wakes
me before
i’m done with
now,
then sorrows
shake me..
for what today
would not
allow.
dust in the
ducts,
peering into
moon–
scared to
land..
years spinning
hands.
hands in the garden 
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