A Single Image of Clock ChildrenA Poem by Leslie Philibertfor SyriaFlywheels enamel with heartblood, aortal ticks hesitate before the dull bang of a falling fist; the fat knuckle of the next hit, tick tick the small ones, the eaters of dust, stone-eyed they fall apart like lost time; the weights that regulate all this are unbalanced.
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4 Reviews Added on September 13, 2015 Last Updated on September 13, 2015 AuthorLeslie PhilibertBavaria, GermanyAboutI`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..Writing
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