Losing Time
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Friday, October 10, 2003
I’ve lost some time,
it wines and dines,
and bleeds me dry,
I sense a plot
within my mind,
the allure of words
injects the dye
that blinds and maims
my sense of day,
creating a flux
of cognitive id,
stopping the flow
of mundane woes;
I’ve lost some more life,
it’s happened again,
dimensions shift
as boundaries expand,
not enough time
for enraptured mind,
eternity’s sense
enters my head,
so much to be penned,
I need some more time.
Erin Moen
10/11/03
Copyright 2003 ©
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Your writing has a very broad meaning leads to troubles of mankind that go very far back into the problems of mankind-is different from the type of things a philosopher might reflect on (wo might not be easy to relate to)from the social time lost and isolation/barrenness-(apparently we create our own problems)
Ever read the great gatsby-"he missed everything""smarteer than rest(didnt need to see as much-everything) same goes on for gatsby the philosopher-needs to see less than (even many) of the other philosophers-still misses everything(this time the field of quantum mechanics and parts of the vatican). Oh oh oh I now the answer-on this side of the earth(a excess of "crossed wires and superfelous thinking that things appear more malicious than they exist-lower characters than thought possible to "exist"? greed gotten the better of them as)is almost a religion.
What would anyone do when this happens but take a break-and if this doesnt help with rest-something is still read wrong.
Heading for lake walden or the temple doors of timbuck two?
Lov tinka