The Morning
by Carl Santoro
The pendulum clock
loudly mimics
with each tick,
a rachet
raising dawn
with each click
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Neat capture of a neat conceit.
Huh. Very nice.
Henry and Roy - your visits and comments lend credibility to my adventures in scribbling out the thoughts that I am still buffering and make me realize a reboot is not necessary just yet.
And so The Morning becomes The Night...and sleep is dying to the day. What a waste.
See you...