more is less

I fill my time
as full
as I can

I cram it
something like
a suitcase

the fuller I fill it
and the more
that I can squeeze
into every possible
the shorter
my time seems
to grow


Poem #417 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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