Grandfather ClockA Poem by AnalgesiaPendulum limbs moonlit grandfather clock face minute delicate detail hands strike twilight strike midnight strike timeless untimely death there is no end of the end never is forever stained wooden box ticking tocking clock dust covered box layers and layers black tie prayers cobwebs tie the pendulum down and eleven o'clock sounds the clock without a sound © 2010 Analgesia |
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1 Review Added on April 13, 2010 Last Updated on May 30, 2010 AuthorAnalgesiaFLAboutI've settle into a routine: I'll stew in my own words for a few months, then, when there's been enough rumination I'll dispatch some sort of half cocked pile of context riddled with pretension and lov.. more..Writing
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