Time limps here,
dragging its fractured ankles
across the cracked sundial.
The clocks bloom in silence,
their hands forever pointing
to moments no one remembers.
Rust has kissed every numeral,
each gear a forgotten truth
......
Time limps here,
dragging its fractured ankles
across the cracked sundial.
The clocks bloom in silence,
their hands forever pointing
to moments no one remembers.
Rust has kissed every numeral,
each gear a forgotten truth
......