Chronology
I became a witness
to your life,
and to your lies
Measure the unmeasured
when the hands go back
they move so fast
I remember smashing
the watch I wore
trinket you gave
I float above the image
of myself
in broken glass
Regulate the churning
reckless pace of chronology
chronology
Like a prison warden
I hold myself
in a memory, chronology
chronology
Just intervals of space here
where I exist
and the world goes on...
By Rebecca Padula
© 2003
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