time runs

fluid stop-motion

over carpet –


around in music syncopation,

notes hanging from the ceiling

like mobiles


and your hands keep reaching

for the moon, but clouds swarm

and silver is only a flimsy figment

in the dark

Sarah Lucille Marchant


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