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Not Fit For Eternity

A train whistle
shatters the trance
caused by my aquarium gargles
and I glance at the clock
as if time matters.
Day blends with night blends with day
Ah, what an existence!
Moving and writing and thinking
with no start to any,
and I need not say
about an end.
The previous day's thoughts
seem like tomorrow's
and books have become
too structured.
And cats seem like
the perfect beings,
God's true receivers
of free will.
(tell a cat no and see)
And I write words
not fit for the ink
and think thoughts
not fit for eternity.
And a train whistle
shatters my dreams
and I wake
to view life once again
from within the nightstand clock.
And I pick up a book
for the comfort.
And I Will the birth
of the Sun.

All poetry is written by Stephen Lindsay.

Please do not use or copy any of Stephen's poetry without his permission. Thank You!