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Each day was begun with a death
Of flimsy paper,
Ripped violently from
A kitschy calendar

The hours tumbled down
An unforgiving clock
The hands shoved and heaped
The minutes away
And another day ended

Everything in the world
A phoenix of no magic
Everything died unto itself
And was born unto itself
There is no myth
For we empty it out


The clock on
Incongruous limbs
Hands out each day
As retribution

Punitive and molten
The hours inhume
Earthly misery
So close to the surface…

Like blood that
Runs just beneath
Skin: Hidden
But barely,

Until the nights arrive
With their arsenal,
Banishing birds and
Light from skies.