Metronome blocks talk. They talk about
where they were when you were where
they are.
Swinging back and forth through their
rhythmic temporal necessities
Niceties
Burrow-animals, moles and badgers
brush dark dust in your rolling slouch
Slump in time to the rhythmic rhyme
august bodies april smiles simple textures
simple tiles
Slump shuffle the awkward ellipse of
circling limbs and
shunted smiles
april climbs the live
wires
slipped through mole-holes
through power-lines
to tick, talk, tock
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