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spysgrandson
Poems
Oct 2017
a philippic ticking
I scroll
mad missives
to the world
I rage against the good night
waging a farcical fight--against chronos,
its mechanical machinations
without these spinning spell
breakers, would the moon and the stars
be my finite measure?
****** if I know,
though I am compelled to write a history
of which I am a clockwork part
as if its epilogue applies to all but me,
denying me the curse to see, a winding down
of the great spring,
a coil well disguised--its tension
measured miserly, by ticks and tones
I hear but will never comprehend
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