Careful, love. Cold shade
is creeping, seeping
through the seams between
the minutes and the hours.
And the carnivorous flowers
on the rim… We must stay hidden.
We must not falter, nor be flustered
by the early springtime luster
bringing up the rear.
I hold your treasured hymn
within my ear.
The clock strikes out.

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