We don't have time. Not like they do. Oct 24, 2018

astride they
plucking and placing, long articulated levers pass along
here a stone there a skull
forward forever toward the crystal zenith
chased by a fool

he danced after the horsemen
pulling at the hems of their tunics
clews unravelling, he braided
spinning a multicolor dream thread
in the hope that it would be
enough


We don't have time. Not like they do.

links to:
- a watch is a view of time
- deep space
- end stone
- hope is the moon, a star in the sky

linked from:
- IX. The Necessity of Bricks
- X. The Cloud of Eyes

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