Tickings Of A Clock
I began to see old lanterns, books opening/folding within your eyes; a pale light running as silver to the sea. Then crestfallen leaves dangling as from fishhooks or the autumn moon's skeletal lightness tossing a path between waves over this sidewalk, that, with the back streets passing occasional hisses at the main culprit, night. The prim measurement of your smile, not the wan neglect of cool skin tones or fabric always more suggestive of summer colours, sideway movement of shadow into tickings of a clock. Rather mist and clamminess, lipstick in a smear as a thumbprint before the coughing of a motorcar as its elliptical wedge tears darkness away from sight.
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"I began to see old lanterns, books..."
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