D. (dalaruan) wrote,

time has set its maggot on their track

I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way
as to superimpose
one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip.
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory.

Nor do I.
I feel timeless, there's all time in the world.
And I love the ticking of clocks. My home is full of them.
Each one beats a different pulse and each one shows a different time.
So human.

Judy Dater - Imogen & Twinka 1974

What shall it tell me if a timeless insect
says the world wears away?

Dylan Thomas, Here In This Spring

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