Tuesday, August 06, 2013

Pendulum


Pendulum

Unraveling a pale strand of yarn, the dawn picks apart the horizon, tearing open a seam of light.
Those first sweet moments of forgetfulness ebb, dragging sleep away like a reluctant tide.
Another day.
Routine does not comfort- only enables a body to move from task to familiar task without thought-
cogs turning in a perfect mechanism.
Springs tightly coiled.
Heart beat- pendulum and escapement –
Hands slowly climbing, grasping the minutes and pulling them past like oars on the Thames.
Only a grinding silence in place of chimes-
You machine- it says.
Full rotation- the sky is knit together again with black cables that stretch across the sky—
 And sleep spills forth in waves, thick and drowning.






authors note:
(a brief study in Grief. How the body continues to function- dragging the soul along)

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