Was there ever a time…by G. Mramor


Horloge, Pierre Verdy
Was there ever a time said my friend, said my friend there was a time we feted the even rage, squirreled through trash, papered our bed, joined our sleeping arms, crashed our crying head. My friend said there is a time, a time to remember all our dead, time to speak again all those names covered on our shores, to write again all our words, feel again all those dimming stairs inside our head. Will there be a time said my friend, said my friend there will be a time to rage a time to cry, time to sleep time to die, to be not to be.

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