The sound of gears grinding-
all comes halting
never again as before
Sunlight fills wee hours-
sleep escapes with broken tail
shuddering memories filter through
Eyes bold and wide register-
hands of glass carry moments
the swift gate slows and stops
Beyond here lies something-
unclear tangents mask truth
the next new moon will speak
Clear or unclear through prism-
recreating whats already been told
beginning anew fresh and undeterred