Digital Man 2
By Sweeetsuz
There stands the man with no face, Who loves no peace where he stays While the woman he loves, only plays Seeing this, he flees from this place, That’s while his life, it races apace. There stands a calendar with no days Which in so many, many digital ways Does separate her from his space Watching the time slipping through the sands They are feeling their impending doom Giving them both totally unhallowed lusts The huge, shadowy, clock has, no hands Stands by itself in that lonely room With it’s numbers obscured by the dust. Gathered by the clock in the shadowy gloom Written June 24th, 2001 © on Jun 23 2001 04:19 PM PST 0 • 13
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"There stands the man with no face,..."