Eastern Versus Western Clocks

Nothing save the end

will draw you to the beginning

A circle is steady

But a spiral full of wrath

Shivering and burning

Colliding with death

and stealing hours from it

Exploding into the evening

a featherbreath of life

But seeing is worth dying

for pocketfuls of time

Perhaps brokenness

Is perfect

 

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