the clock is broken arms. the time is lost in the night.
the trees
have left and gone.
nothing that is left is right.
the time has made it impossible to remove.
like caryatid columns stuck in the doorways.
the tar of calcification grows around the wound
until the void is as much a part of the whole as
it is empty.
tick tick tick you smile
tick tick tick you grow old
tick tick tick the blood loss makes you cold.
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