The Answering Machine

Thoughts are questions are

Too fast for days' ancient pacing

Living

Ten thousand maybes between each call's

Unanswered hand in the night

How then that somehow the years are too short?

I think

I have come to know the ways of ghosts

Always then no matter the now

And the hours are minutes are seconds

are circles

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