1696
5.235
23.viii.24
looking
at the clock another way
for
timepieces
kind of eruption
at least of light
here and as from
heavens these
our postage paid
clocks bleed
they are a truth of time
an itch and bites
every star goes on
the clock dries out
we spin the page
look back into the clock quotational
all this happened then
so the sudden sun
it shows where we have been
all this damage
from tick and tock
it’s as without the bright
so as to be seen
run up to the top
some days stop there
a kind of pocket fridge clock is
one poor pigeon
and so many cats
with dunes of fell wind
tumbleweed too
tell the hands
tell on
it’s thus
a clock on all fours
crawling to doom
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