i went too far this time
chalk it up to being dull
languished for so long
seem to have forgotten it all
piled on the old bedrock
left alone for months
to settle soundly by
built up ambiguity
for the seventieth lie
don’t plan on stopping
that is, unless
you choose to confide
by the river at night
with heavy clouds
covering the moonlight
if you look scared
i’ll know the truth
about the way it hit you
across the face
in the name of heaven
for the sake of grace
to be revered
or soon to be wrought
as the minute hand
strikes the six
on my grandfathers pocket watch


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