#1886 - a singalong clock with the bouncing ball

 

1886

6.59

28.ii.25

a singalong clock with the bouncing ball

for the clock series

 

the diary pages bigger than the day

and set out in there to be lost

 

a whole beach through the funnel of mind

and more than the stars

this something inside, won’t say

 

laid out end to end

here to eternity as if

 

but we’ll just pretend

the tiny writing

that’s us too

here’s Atlas turning (big groan)

and that fellow

chin in the sinking drink

up for gone grapes

 

like a roll back stone

 

spin, measure and trim

 

the triple pace day

all accusation

 

what you can’t read must be true

 

there’s a great eye as well

face off

 

deep down

in remembered sleep

 

angelic in

 

months of the day in a moment

 

hours lost count in there

 

the day shrinks down

where we’re gone

 

we’re shaking the day till it comes