Clarity
carries me over
A cloudy morning
cast to be a dungeon’s daughter
I burrow in the breeze
of a forgotten moment
Still and bone cold
I numb the furry in my wake
I’ve no time for stupor
in this world of slumber
Past these petty games
of right and wrong
When time exists only
In a man-made clock
A gadget that limits
and lists our inabilities to
Move forward or reverse
A tender curse
I no longer
Live in --
Tick tok
Salvaged by the lock
Picking the key
With a lingering mock
caught in the corner of
half past 8
wishing I lived
before the date
never knowing why
if we rely on fate
tik tik tik
disguised by the tok
that loops
and lulls
dimming down
the flock
carry the hand
that holds your heart
not the hand
that mechanically
decides your part
disassemble the desires
to know when its noon
look to the east
synch up with the moon
learn the morn
and listen to the birds
know their song
and learn to swoon
summon your soul
your bodies true worth
remember your solace
from the stars you share birth.
About the Creator
Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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