A very random poem from October 2010.
The world is sideways
and the sky outside this room is still, so still
if not for the singing
somewhere else in the building
and the steady tick-tock of the clock,
I would think that time had stopped.
The world is new and strange
and frightening, somehow, sideways
(in a room where you are waiting
for time to begin)
Kelia
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