Clockwork
I run wildly, impeccably -
Each outpouring, a measured axiom
Shedding seconds at every sweep,
Bound to the lurching pulse and throb of
Impossible glass clockwork
posted by Emma @ 11:22 pm
Inkspot
To be read in Sexpot Tones
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Each outpouring, a measured axiom
Shedding seconds at every sweep,
Bound to the lurching pulse and throb of
Impossible glass clockwork
4 Comments:
Very cool.
*grin* Thanks, Kepp.
I might draft it a little more, we'll see what happens.
I may have another stanza lurking?
so so pretty
i am immensely jealous my poems of late are horrid city haha and yours are more and more beautiful x
Not true, Kitten, your work is astonishing.
I've carried your latest offering around with me for days. Can't get it out of my head. It is organic and perfect and beautiful. x
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