Convoluted
My subjective has been documented
by my objective – sort of like, my
thoughts verify my brain, though
no one can see them. I guess, what
I'm trying to say is, Time exists
independent of watches and hourglasses,
I think...well, this is getting far more
convoluted than I had originally thought.
I'm getting nowhere. It would take a
God to explain this.
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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