Where the
Hours played shadows’
Games better than hollows
Ever made holes of
Of a heart or a tree
The sentinel stood tall
And let darkness make all
Our steps move us forward
Five hours apiece
I kept drawing away
The more I tried to stay
Walking beside you
In your sundial’s shade
And what you mouthed to me
An astrobleme’s mystery
Will forever compound me
By factors of three in
Longing and hate
Whilst
The sentinel
Sighed
Canorous and deep
Just before the daybreak
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