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stopping clocks

2008/02/04 in poems

stopping clocks
by tanner brockwell

stopping clocks
while we would play
the second hand
can’t find our way
but timeless grooveless
all the while
it moves us
the dawn upon the dappled day
how is that you’re so far away
stopping clocks
while we should play
the other hand
can’t find the day
but nameless tones
all the while
it moves us
the dawn so very very far away
how are you my little stray


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  1. Maleah said on 2008/02/06


    a masterpiece again Tee… feel better soon. I wish clocks would stop so I could dive into your archives again…but alas I am off.