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