has crossed into my abode
and has become
the Angel of Presence
crushing my feet
under the weight of my sins
no mercy
all is accounted for
Saturn
Kronos
Ol' Father Time
the celestial
Customs Clerk
to whom we're all in debt
as long as we're in
our earthly abodes
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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