Time Displacement
I’d like to reach into my pocket
And use all those wasted times of past displacements
Stored there for just this momentous occasion
A fatalistic fantasy for immortality. . .
For I know that one day
My time will run out
But for now, I intend to keep on pocketing
And using as I please
I’ll let you know how it’s working
When I’m two hundred and three
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