FC 3/12/14
When did the clock stop for you,
Miss Havisham?
Who are we humans,
that we wait in our graying
wedding gowns?
That life stops,
at some point,
and we give up?
We give up.
MAN RAY |
will stir us from our
uneasy slumbers.
No glow of love
can warm our hearts.
We hobble about our
candle-lit rooms
in one shoe
awaiting our call.
Goodbye Miss H.
I wind the clock
and kiss your hand
goodbye.
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