Falling Clock

Wrapped in salt and hours at once
I flow through the stream of time.
A bird in a bird
A mind of a bird
Fluttering, in captured sunlight.
The globe is lit from an end to another end
If I stretch my arms
Or stand on the very tips of my toes,
I become a morsel of importance, in this ocean of strangers.
A neck, a broken neck
A crooked finger too, I point at me
I give love like it is for free
Wanting love that feels too expensive to me.
A giving well with brick walls-
There is sand within and out.
An hourglass stands on my desk, pouring time
From one gravity to another.
I fall from extended griefs
A clock after the other.
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~insight07

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