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Eppy B K Avery
Poems
Dec 2014
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Hurry with the developing pictures.
The suns coming to set just like a mess on a canvas
There’s something beautiful about the abstract scheme
Play the refrained song to the bluish grey sky
Lay down and stare and watch what we call time, watch time fade
I'm looking forward for something extravagant in the lonely night
I am a clock that yearns for the counterclockwise
I refuse to admit the time at my hand
today my hands are young, my fingers long, like they belong on music
sometime my hands will be old,
and I hope, nay, pray
that I can still afford to refuse the time at my hand
Old, maybe wrinkled all stretched,
but still belonging to music
So I keep a strange faith for tomorrow
Tick. Tock.
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Eppy B K Avery
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