Dali's Dilemma

June 05, 2010 , 0 Comments

Everything becomes dream-like.
Clocks melt under the sun,
and ants nibble the fluid time.
In the distance,
burning giraffes canter about in a panic,
bashing into – then breaking apart –
elephants on stilts-like legs.

Orbs spin about him,
flashing and twirling,
mirages in their depths.
They are graceful
yet menacing.
Alive with a purpose that
only they know.

Everything fluxes.
Time, he can’t tell.
Has he been there for ten minutes?
Or ten months?
Time can’t be defined.
It can’t be held.

Just reading this brings you a few seconds closer to retirement.

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