490. 18/4/16 (#482)
Three minutes fast
The cloak is three minutes fast,
Counting the age of these pages,
Ahead of time.
The dust settles three minutes late,
Fingerprints and broken spines delayed,
In broken time.
These words live three minute lives,
Conceived and captured with only a short pause,
To take the time.
The clock is three minutes fast,
Looking back at the new becoming classic,
So little time.