You exist in excess
to a thousand years of starlit skies, though
you remain perched
like a timeless wink of an eye,
fresh inside one day, one second.
A virgin to the future and past
Here in a moment
while time skips around you
in a suit of hammered steel.
You play it cool inside the clock.
The hands belong to you, though
you do not touch to control.
You touch to understand.
It's not so hard to see the way we've come,
the way we're going.
You're the eye of a destined storm
but your sight has wavered black.
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