October 4, 2006


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.

Emit timE

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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