Pendulum on Fire

Pendulum of the clock,

Ticking, tocking, back and forth,

Shivering despite itself;

Excitement one way,

The fear the next.


Coldness in the hands,

And metronomic comfort,

Not knowing which way

To turn is more difficult,

When one is torn two;


Eyes that laugh with the rest,

But, doubting, turn away,

Display what happiness

Is confusion,

Confusion at one’s betters;


Irresistible: the jealousy,

The lies wavering beside its eyes,

The pendulum that swings along

Will only stop

When it is done;


And when it’s in the blood,

It is in the head,

For how can sense not run?

This pendulum is swinging,

Inner fire burning out again.

The End

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