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