Best Sedimentary Poems

Many think of time as 
pendulums and gears,

cycling spheres; orbiting
around, sun-ups and sun
downs; 

I once painted a clown-face
for the moon, not in a mood
to tone-fully crone – my co-artist 
thought me some non-romantic loon – 
at the moment, seeing herself a
lush custard with a spoon...

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