Hourglass (Two)
time is not the stuff of caves
of sharpened peaks of
sharp hard nightmares
cracking
into crevasses cliffs of
glassy loam not spume
of that volcano
pain
time’s hills
low slopes sandy
underfoot subtle clinging sucking
on the lozenge of your
energetic
toil
gather up in
deeps deeps so
regular homogenous
without horizon
you find vertigo margins blur
time flattens
pointless soft
unclimb-able time
no other way to go but
onto that
harder ground for
footholds
gnarled pocked pain
you ladder
you snake the climb
the climb below the plain
time soft
I see
the view need the
stillness stand sit lay in
place to find the colour see beneath
the shapes the time of pain sink back
see countrysides again
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