Watch
Time and time and time outworn
The stripped gears of the celestial clock
sing on in squealing choruses of metal on metal
A clicking horror of Swiss precision in my pocket,
I understand the taproot of the only tree
surviving, though the brutal hands claw back across that marked
face to their first
upward disassociation,
speaking in their whirring dialect of love, the doom and
destination of order.
Erich Campbell
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