i write at night
when the world goes quiet...
the time is right
meanings, reflections
all that's been acquired
flow to words keynotes to times...
that have expired
the comings and goings of
things now a mist
soon take life's reckonings
that seem to persist
a place, a face... bumps and clicks
clocks filled with daylight and
slow-burning wicks
shuttered terraces ablaze
in the sun
closed and forgotten
march on a breathless run
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
i write at night
when the world goes quiet...
the time is right
meanings, reflections
all that's been acquired
flow to words keynotes to times...
that have expired
the comings and goings of
things now a mist
soon take life's reckonings
that seem to persist
a place, a face... bumps and clicks
clocks filled with daylight and
slow-burning wicks
shuttered terraces ablaze
in the sun
closed and forgotten
march on a breathless run
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