Clockwork Words

I.

Early night and damp-steeped air

leaking in the window

Framed eyes, his breathing heart,

and inhales of ink

II.

Pressure of warmth or solid air

filling in my heart

Every steady drip pours

like golden ink

III.

Sound of providence swallowed,

moving through him

Steady weight, a slowing pace,

and he breathes

IV.

The clockwork of words is swallowed

in every hesitant breath

Jaggeds of letters fill me

and I wait.

The End

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