Here is some text from a story called "Dipping The Green" by me coming up in the new book.
"In the deep time of of the cosmos, the eons that pass over and wash the skies clean of stars every morning, there is a longing, a thirst, a hunger for the push of anything countable. In the spaces that men know, the moments that we hold of value and the seconds that make up our minutes, there is the fallacy that we call this time indeed. Time is an uncounted thing, a large rough beast that comes in unwanted and unheeded to our lives and tramples us to dust nonresistant to our pleas and supplications. A distant and angry god, not to be forgotten."
"In the deep time of of the cosmos, the eons that pass over and wash the skies clean of stars every morning, there is a longing, a thirst, a hunger for the push of anything countable. In the spaces that men know, the moments that we hold of value and the seconds that make up our minutes, there is the fallacy that we call this time indeed. Time is an uncounted thing, a large rough beast that comes in unwanted and unheeded to our lives and tramples us to dust nonresistant to our pleas and supplications. A distant and angry god, not to be forgotten."
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