What counter-force
turns you like a clock
telling only horizontal
time?
Eternal quarter-to-three,
your sleeping frame
crosses the deserted
rectangle of my bed.
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
What counter-force
turns you like a clock
telling only horizontal
time?
Eternal quarter-to-three,
your sleeping frame
crosses the deserted
rectangle of my bed.
That’s fun to read. Common experience I guess. But imaginatively and charmingly done!