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escape from the clock clutches
hic et nunc
time was
once upon us where
the whim
tick
and the
whisper tock
tumble of
wheels all around
once we
were in the machine
with the
socks
rust hands
the creatures come to perch
turning of
the leaves unlike
now hoof
it
hand over
heart
climb out
of the trouble
it was a
grief told into light
hour
absent where we sing
and make
my voice a wilderness
get
yourself into the picture
paint from
a corner out
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