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that clocks melt is old hat
i heard that once in a whisper
just down that white river there
where that boat
at that bank
waits with certainty
for a century that already sailed,
when stars were numbered in fists
and every mountain was a new neighbor
with sugar and shadow to spare
and coffee overflowing
a black river
with no boats waiting.
