Starlight pierces the shroud–
What is my mettle in this contraption?
Like a mite of sand
Which can stop a clock
But for it to align the wrong way?
Yet something tells me I’m less–
A wink folded into the rift,
A little joke played on a cassette
Good only to a hipster’s ears.
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
Starlight pierces the shroud–
What is my mettle in this contraption?
Like a mite of sand
Which can stop a clock
But for it to align the wrong way?
Yet something tells me I’m less–
A wink folded into the rift,
A little joke played on a cassette
Good only to a hipster’s ears.