too late to be of
any consequence pieces
of a gutted hour
glass bathe glistening
in the sun strewn across the
pavement in a loose
circle to summon
spent time from behind the pale:
a mound of broken
springs and cogwheels hands
bent open welcomingly
to embrace a day
having run its course
blindfolded spinning slowly
on its naked heel
sichwindendewörter 