clockwork astro: wooden maestro

filled with cracks and full of grief,
therein lies the truth
guised in ecstasy.
the felt nights, books left behind
like dusty tracks on
weaven, beaten paths.
rather jaw oscillate than
finger meditate/
mind encapsulate.

two birds in a nest, or two
waves on a crest. Crash
and burn, water’s dire
need for speed. Intensify
talk before they turn
gleaming, eager eyes.

along the wooden creases,
pages fold, hearts break –

only time will tell the soul when to wake.

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