poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Sunday, October 9, 2011

Appetites

Disregard tactile mistakes made with paper
as all the trains arrive based on the magnetism of the stations anyway.
Watch as they spin on their orbits
dazzling in the clear light: there are no more schedules.

Time moves backwards and forwards simultaneously.
Keep telling the clocks that.

Then say: Do not explode. Do not give up.
Keep ticking anyway, though it is not the truth.
Develop appetites for food, for sex,
you must keep on spinning/ no matter how uncertain/ this whole spinning thing is.

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