a second
a century
an eon
the ages
all alike
to the hollow eyed being
who set calendars in motion
how can he comprehend time at all?
when he doesn’t bother to wipe the drool from his face
the food crumbs uncombed in his beard
jaw slack
ears unhearing
nose reddened and runny
when does his day begin and end?
when does he wake?
when does he sleep?
does he sleep?
a wink
a nap
a night
a millenium
an eternity
jeg. 12/99
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