One Existential Frost
The clock with wings goes up and down.
She sleeps only with backwards time.
The glass circle's bridle around
Her fishtail eyes where dark abounds.
Within the floor, she feels the pound —
Grandfather's face in nighttime shines.
The clock with wings goes up and down.
She sleeps only with backwards time.
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