On the clock - a quarter to three, I have just turned
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On the clock -
a quarter to three,
I have just turned
five minutes short of
eternity.
I saw how in a dance
a candle flame
reflects in
your eyes
infinity.
An infinity
of illusions,
of beautiful patterns
made of surplus
and tangled words:
a load too heavy
for me to lift.
I shut both hearts
with a solid bolt
to the tune
of a black blues.