Simon Perchik
Photo: svintus2010
When this clock holds back
its scent has meaning
–even dogs are trained
for lies or no lies –truth
has a calm to it, by instinct
soothes this kitchen wall
flows underneath as bone
and sleeplessness –you wait
for night to reset the hands
teach them honesty
practice till the weak one
hardens solid, smells
the way an invisible stone
can be trusted
lets you lower your head
against this darkness
falling out your skin
as silence and the nights to come.
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