Time is lacking, yet
I am
referring to witchcraft
mediators
whom
as
traders in
remaining
time,
behave
as time
magicians.
If I stop a
clock
another
will betray me.
Where does
this obsession for
clocks
comes from?
Is it an
unhealthy need wanting to watch
time at
each moment
as if I'm
mastering
the
past and
the future?
I comfort
myself that it is the sound that captivates me
but in
reality it is the invisible movement of its hands
that I want
to observe.
After
immobilizing them,
- in clear
terms – after I have
stopped their
functioning,
blocked
their progress,
I proclaim
the act of self-incrimination
“A case of
unfaithfulness to oneself”
Time,
our only
life,
companion.
One loses
our beloved ones and our goods,
then we
forget,
and we
store old watches
while they
are still functioning.
Time is
everywhere
ahead or
late depending
where I am
at
its mercy.
It's called
Decal | age (time-lag)
but age
does not have the time,
it takes everyone’s
own time.
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