Earl Schumacker Poet Free verse

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It is twenty two o’clock in time
Where days without numbers drop
A pocket watch falls with broken hands 
Lost, out of sync with reality

There where winds breath in shadows
Consumed by the sun’s last light          
Taking secrets where they may go
Into insanity where reason goes 

There in the middle of the round about
In the town square where lines migrate
Merge with the people at dance triangulated 
Where circular conversations turn south
Taking in silence as the bells toll out
              
It is dimensions in decline that matters
It is shapes formed in the fabric of time
Diminished in the hours bent on being
Based on moments measured

Eleventy two degrees below zero comes
On the thermal cold words of the wise
By design, twenty two o’clock persists
Before noon, thinkers think twice, dim the lights
On anyone thinking good thoughts

It is never too late to die
It was Novemberless at winters gate
When the world changed direction
Where space filled in previous mistakes with legs
Replaced them with happiness at the table

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