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12 November 2008 @ 02:27 pm
Clockwork  
Slate grey skies,
neither dawn nor dusk
sunrise, sunset
day or night.

the border between days
is bland.
the same color as the borders
between states and nations.

These skies belong to us.
the way we live
is not for the sun's brightness
or the moon's cool embrace --
But for ourselves, at our leisure,
in our custom.
Not a biological clock
broken, forgotten.
Time now kept by
the heartbeat of the universe
and the clockwork celstial.

tick....
tock....
tic...
to..
ti.