The Clock Strikes Eight

Bouquets of flowers to enrage the fire

Fragrant warmth

My guard a tower

satin smoke

dresses the child that shivers

silk tears to be sold

Tallied Cadavers

Engraved memories

buried hopes

I send the weeper to the gate

I summon the reaper to kill hate

Cursed thought

the expanding mind

what if we return to the state of dust

we are stars

he is correct

cosmic mistakes?

Perhaps

but that doesn't mean we aren't beautiful

we are the shimmer in the skies eye

you are the shimmer in mine

a hotel with golden stairs

jeweled animals

desks of pure water

and fish

i walk outside the the graffiti side walks

i run down the alley

i see a red fabric, I walk beside it

I feel like the rabbit

I've some where to be

late, so late

for a very important date

as I'm running...

i know the entire time

That I've already missed out

but i run faster

and my clock empties on to the floor

Inside was poisonous bread crumbs

I have the choice to retrace my steps and go back

But to where?

I ask the man in the top hat

(the same man who I've met on the high way

he once gave me a necklace. one glass tear

that contained all my sadness and fears

so i wear it around my neck to not live it in my life)

He gave me the answer

"What is the Point?"

"you are where you are

and you know where it leads

right back here

to give the same question to me"

i glanced back at the trail

then alley ahead

i was out of bread crumbs

my clock was dead

"where do i go when my time is up?What trail do i leave?"

he said,"why leave your self a trail?

Do you plan to retrace your steps?"

I realized the past is poison

I bowed

went to walk away

"wait, one more thing, my daughter

of dimes, Don't leave a trail, but leave your finger prints behind.

"i walked and smiled on

Came again to the still waters where i found peace

in the disturbances i caused

picking orchids

that were dripping with glittered dust.

I pick them for the fire

so they don't get the Stone angel's touch

Your late

so late for a very important date

run and empty the poisonous

fillings of your clocks

who is who to time true love?