Beats of Quickened Days
are these days that pour of subway’s sweat,
then emboss night with a vault
of celibate, white stars? coffee and newspaper
expire as the hours dwindle into clockwork ticks.
Liberum Divisa 2 of Gregory R Barden
From the poem, Seven Days
Posted 10/28/2020
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