Split the day in two, split the day in half...
Take a portion of it and divide the minutes...feel the seconds...like a heartbeat...a metronome.
Break the day apart like scattered clouds, follow their slow slack waltz across the sky...watch the tide slowly rise across the darkened sand...slowness, such unbelievable slowness.
Chant at the sun to hurry...hurry in its arc. It never seems to move quickly until poised just barely over the horizon, then it is gone tumbling over the edge.
Plead with the day. Bargain with the afternoon...the only lingering may be to watch the colors of the evening briefly at sunset so that I may enjoy a hint of beauty...a small portion comparably to what I am missing.
Throw my watch in the street, its slow reminder of minutes passing, and watch a passing car break apart the crystal, abandon the minute hand and never again weigh down my wrist with its boredom.
Shuffle through the day, pass through like pollen, float aimlessly and unhurriedly...so damn unhurriedly.
Hurry the hours until I get to finally rest my eyes and give myself the best chance of seeing you in my sleep.
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