Dance of the Clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the dance of the clock’s
invisible to the naked eye; occulted.
We see what we do with spirit’s eye;
it sees beyond walls.
When my clock dances a jig, the physical eye,
uninvited to the party, sleeps deep.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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