Every moment drags
As over a road of red,
Roiling, roasting coals,
Burning my mind up,
Scraping, scratching, scoring,
Pressing passels of unwelcome
partitions
Into every parcel of time.
Boredom is a universal distraction,
Hence the clock's erratic driving.
Every moment drags
As over a road of red,
Roiling, roasting coals,
Burning my mind up,
Scraping, scratching, scoring,
Pressing perception's perilous paths
Into every inch of existence.
Pleasure is a universal distraction,
Hence my mind's erratic driving.
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