#1841 - clock is a stone

 

1841

6.14

14.i.25

clock is a stone

notes for the clock series

 

clock is a stone

for the tomb of time

on it hours days months are written

they go to empty air

 

clock’s bottle spun

is pointed bone

 

runs out of puff

dust furs it

 

you’d think a sky filled

with all has been said

 

its down is round

its round is up

 

might dream that the mail arrives

wake bitten

 

it is of griefs laid round

 

a river runs into my head

 

clock harbinges

here is time arrives

 

take tendril to our dark

 

leaf as in the sunbeam stood

in stillness, still yet falling

 

clock is a stone

for the tomb of time

 

reaching as all forest is

and every way at once