Space-flown clock tower
original poetry
A stellar clock face I
Am a podium or an arena
For the recitation of psalms.
Nocturne dignified and paltry sketch
Pillar of the ivory coliseum and
Its foundation of verdure
I am a fixation
For garments.
Astonishing fire &
The dew of lonely planets
Arise, become sanitized, fluster -
Diurne jovial and bleak lament
Flashing embroidery on the quilt of space
And its near-invisible cross-stich
Its propulsion, cradling needle
I am a foundation
For stadiums.
The bloodsoil: ancient voices
Surge through organic circuitry,
And still my stellar clock face
Calm revolves through eras flown.
Written by
@d-pend
1/22/18
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