Timepiece
Iron sky, grinding clouds,
piecemeal memories broad and porous
worked over again upon the loom.
Clockwork of sunset-
still my feet and still
edgeless night.
I am tomorrow’s rearview promise-
more canvass
more canvass more dreams
more time to listen to my song
misinterpreting each note.
-previously published by Counterexample Poetics
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