Two two o'clocks
I have just seen.
I existed,
this hour no more known
to time!
And soon moon sun dance
together rise,
all confused
and in the same spot stalled...
one.. will take the lead
I surmise.
Someone
took a bite outta the sun...
the dangerous, dangerous
clocks.
Pillowpause...
It's dusky for dawn
that much is apparent,
and the crows sure know. Horizon obscura though...
ice crispies the leaflawn
as I search the sky
for moonpie
Machomp-gone.
My paces quicken,
and still all
copperysalmon coldsky
chimneypuff ...
alas sunrise moon
hides behind same houses,
same trees,
but I see its fiery light
on distant treetops.
And that is
the Sunday sermon.
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