incubated metronomes

 

 

Blue melts over the horizon

drudging up

golden waves

stars lit over a dim horizon

 

Compasses that Chronos

could never have marveled

 

There are hourglasses

in your eyes

minute little staffs

cast over the dordogne

 

High supremacies

that travel down

to marvel at your worth

 

You are untouchable

intangible

 

Superior in the way

that even those deities

couldn’t form words

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