11:11
by David Smith
11:11
by David Smith
11:11
By some paradox
Our hands meet the same axis
I fancy myself an eccentric
You fashion yourself a bindle
11:11
You meet me where my
Train of thought rendezvous
Birds fly like time
As we explore the tracks
Trading war stories
11:11
You utter your history
A clock that denies its hands the seconds
Invoke the name: contagion
You speak of warped clocks
You gaze upon the mirror
The Persistence of Memory
I fault your eyes
But harken to the ticking
11:11
Your time is spent in a hospital
Staring at a tangible clock
I remind you every hour
To make your wishes
As I spend mine on you
11:11
The bonds of anomaly shatter
Our clocks tick differently
We find solace no longer
In sister, in brother
11:11
We meet again
You utter your pain
Attempts to deafen
Yourself to the ticking
Bring ticking to cessation
11:11
It is 11:11 again
Our hands on different axes
My face far from yours
But I am wishing you well