Time is unnatural

Time is unnatural, you said, lifting pen from the paper where you’d drawn a black ink line around a white space.

Time is heavy, I said, and turned to you,

But saw only my eyes glittering
in the black-laquered shrine before me,
little marbles rattling in a box.

Joanna Wiebe, 1984

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