here it comes I know you
the clock taken apart that
will no longer step like
grace of ants carrying bits
of broken reed that cannot
be placed back the cloud
it comes in ominous grace
it’s time, it’s time to let go
of vain works that life works
it doesn’t it unwinds unlike
screws of water of respite
the bells of hope and forth
the water crossed in froth
and muck toes intact with
any luck if only I could
rise above the hurt that is
today.
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