Tempus
Any moment now I ran away from home. It was only my home
the way an ocean is only water. Most of the days passed me by
but a few of them I had to carry myself. The villagers talk of phantom
limbs, those parts of you gone missing that you can still feel. But do they
limbs, those parts of you gone missing that you can still feel. But do they
still feel you? Shrugs, embarrassed sighs. The village is practically a city
by now and I’m miles away. Any moment now the clock is invented.
