The strobe of time will knock your old stories right out of your mouth,
those laments and war stories you think you're made of.
The strobe of time dazzles you blind to anything not smack in front of you--
you'll smell oranges,
spin dizzy,
and slave yourself to the dance beat of
now now now now now now now now
at the Disco of Indeterminate Duration.
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just some quick nonsense for Poets United: The Moment.