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the slow weight of time :: tino villanueva

by on June 27, 2017

Endlessly to no end looking through
memory (O conscience that accentuates
a history full of ways to know the

heart) at what not long ago did happen,
you turn back to when your offended
little world was unresolved. Each

thought is longing to become another,
longing to sing, once again and always,
deep into a song of what memory still

might know. You draw air, press these
thoughts to paper and release your daily
self from the lost fragments of the past.

Now: in the conquered vigil of your
days, all distance weeps for you as you
drift out from the journey through

the slow weight of time, and you claim
that you are safe forever in the
very words you have chosen to become.


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