Midnight pools like ink
Oozing
It is the great wound in
The Sky
Stars are soot and
Sit with malicious intent
12 o’clock is a toothy
Grin fractured glass
My love, if only you could
Hear the howling
I tremble like the throat of the world
A voice as ominous as the coming rain
Those cool black hours
After the clock splits sit like
A sinking stone and
I follow with a cinder block
Down
Down
Down
My love, it is so very peaceful
The ocean rolls from the tongue
And so I with it
Revolving, here
I spread like the sea bed
Unknowable as the shadow
Just around the corner
12 O’Clock
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