Poem / by bryson
26,280 Hours
I have been thinking about time and how much of it a person can carry before it becomes too heavy to hold. 26,280 hours. Three years, if you prefer your tragedies in smaller numbers.
Fifth Attic / by bryson
Recently found
in the attic.
A poem about accumulated time, the weight of words, and the wish to reclaim one ordinary hour.
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Manuscript in progress↗Storykeep
In final testing↗The public house
Archive in development↗leave nothing accidental.
Intention is the truest form of respect for the work, the materials, and the people who receive it.
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