all the clocks are melting
like i'm living in a
salvador dali painting.
even the metronomes can't keep time.
each carefully measured step,
filled with uncertainty--
conductor-less.
these days are unplanned phrases.
heart beats are telling
signals of tempo
with which to guide plans.
i have lost track of time.
it's better to just breathe,
in three part harmony
with the wind and the moon phases.
all of the clocks are melting.
somehow i get lost
and forget to keep
time when i am with you.
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