Who's to know what I have said? This bit of clockwork in my head
Has no after, no before and knows no more than
Clockwork knows the world.
What I have said: thoughts are compounded ages,
Noises near a cluster of gauges where
Escapement ticks, flywheels whiz, where worry and a bit of business is.
We aren't only curled around a wheel. We are a bigger deal.
I'm not sure I get it but I like and admire your words just the same! This makes one think (and that is always a good thing!). Merry Christmas!!! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Wendy. And merry Christmas to you too!
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