I scrape the sides of time with a spoon so,
Tinny, so shiny, that the hours change,
And become epochs entirely. Oh,
Love with your dangers your length and your range:
From sun to sun, from squint to squint, I feel
This power enter me and leave me shook,
It courses, it flows, it shutters for real,
Between aimless rustlings and the cat’s look:
Green eyes turn blue, right? And I’ve seen you again,
Flutter across the hall, running from me,
You streak awkwardly, gray head with no mane,
But your feet dabble in haste gracefully:
It’s weird, I know, and by that I mean fate,
When you can’t really know but know you’re great.

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