Friday, April 13, 2018


We keep time in our pocket,
Like a dragon for a pet.
We have no idea
That the ticking of the old

Inaccurate clock
On the empty wall
Is listening as it talks.

We measure nothing,
Friends, we only correlate.
Ninety thousand ticks each dawn

And another day,
We count. Counting, yes, counting.
Every named number can hear
Our thoughts. Your dragon is here.

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