My age ticks to a clock I wish would unwind…..slow time. Stop.

I’d rather share my time with the world & sea reflections of my strength rippling like unpredictable waves.

But-

These hands are Biological. (And)

My age tocks my time I wish would stop….preserve time. Unwind.

But-

This body dials to hardware. (And)

I’d rather cohabit & seek roots under the hands of earths dirt and emerge a womb time passes on.

 

Jeni

 

 

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