Cinnamon Minutes


Cinnamon minutes form
wasted like the time in your eyes
cinnamon minutes are painful- yet inclusive
suffering together
they taste it
the sweet
the spice
the all together collaborative slap
cinnamon minutes light up their eyes
swimming in the balance of power
it controls them
the night sky
the stars
cinnamon minutes scrape the bottom
running
faster
deeper
less
and less
cinnamon minutes reduce
to nothing

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