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Empty Room

The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.

The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.

The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating,

Loudly, with finger raised, when the class has gone.

 

But time flows through the room, light flows through the room

Like someone picking flowers, like someone whistling

Without a tune, like talk in front of a fire,

Like a woman knitting or a child snipping at paper.

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A. S. J. Tessimond
1902-1962 / English
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