Kit Kelen – #234 – I live in a clock

I live in a clock
in a clockless dark
how weak the will
the needing noticed
nothing else
the words have had their shine away
music won’t make sense
all the day is washed
that would be with no planet at all
no sun to turn
no tune of moon
but the fact is
I live in a clock
(better and worse)
two months since chocolate
two weeks beyond beer
and spirits and wine
everything keeps time
as I do
everything measures up
I can see no other function
for this spread
of all worlds
in every direction
we are simply
so far from beginning
so much closer to an end
the discovery of quartz
was a hint of what’s more fundamental
all matter pulses with time
invisible, as with most motion
why does a waistcoat have two pockets?
one’s for the sun-dial
so’s to set
what always will need setting
we wind ourselves up
with every little thing
every tick is a note nudged on
by rhythm, that’s time
it’s music that the heart lets out
yes clock is something savage to say
I simply witness the hands
the passing
my own meek imitation
of the universal paw and stroke
first fear
is of the clockless dark
no sun to turn
no tune of moon
there aren’t the hours in a day
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