Thursday, June 23, 2011

11:59:59 PM

Three hours past nine at night
and the twelfth of the twenty-third
never came.
The zeroth of the twenty-fourth stood
with all its strength
and with his shaking hands,
he slowly but surely
tired out and wished
he had never stood so blankly
up on the wall.
One second 'til three hours past nine at night
and the twelfth of the twenty-fourth left.

00:00:00 AM

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