beneath the sleeve
the clock face
mooning the un-
rewinding
arms’ twelve points
twelve equal
though unequal-seeming
hours the short
hand’s cycle equal
to half
the earth’s own
diurnal reversal as
if stars
were gestures as if
by navigation as if
a message
other than the eye
finding itself
o i
miss you
from Charms Against LightningFind it in the library
Copyright © 2012 James Arthur
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