Time was looking
through the holes
of the climbing wall
each time seeing
the face on the other side
slightly change
but still recognized
uncontrollable laughter
residue of the big bang
these holes in the wall
keep multiplying
they follow us
throughout our days
every moment a window
into familiar or strange
what’s on the other
side will there be
laughter between us
over and over again
count to three eyes on me
eventually nothing is
left but full
Tag: Time
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Peek a Boo
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Psycho Killer
Working under the assumption
things can’t possibly have taken
place as long ago as they are
like that song on the radio basic
arithmetic dictates occurred half
a century ago until we heard it
because somehow we missed
all the intervening years moments
as lost as long as that one endures
because experienced just a second
ago who is to say we are the ones
who live life as it is lived not the clock
that is always two faced one hand
moves much slower than the other
my face resembles my youth just
as much as my aged father did
now I can’t count how many faces
I see in my child at every age there
seem so many even as we count
on less than one hand the years
that pass asking where did they go
where do we go now
Joshua Keiter 