from the mantel where the ticking measures
the silence of right now
this solitude will be measured
with the clanging of the pendulum on the quarter
hour on the half on the hour in synchronicity
in perfect harmony with the church bell
from the steeple in the graveyard’s nearby town
which chimes the measure of a gopher’s
life under a tombstone
from the mantel where the ticking measures
About Me
I have a day.

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