Spell it out

A clock: not mechanical, no click or tick

But draining like a river where east passes west

And up is down and water dries and becomes the wind

And sand is not time even when turned around

Oh splendour is universe speak to me

To tell what I cannot see simply

through glass weltered with finger stains

black holes yawn as I open my mouth

and catch flies that merely want to buzz by

damn those things for as I am damned

at least I will be nourished till the dawn


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