The clouds here move quickly tonight.
The stars, they move more slowly. Less capriciously.
To the tock and tick of their own steadfast Pendulum.
I watch the cover of both refuse to be stagnant.
I count their changes by the beating of myne heart.
The truest metronome.
The clock I carry with me until evermore;
and, should it cease?
Well, I would surely be the last one to know.
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Love this, writtencasey! The widdershins of the tocking clock of stars and the corrupted language of ‘myne’ Aces xx
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Widdershins. What a delectable, new word to me, nickreeves. Thanks for the time in mind. xx
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Pleasure. Hm, pleasantly surprised. Widdershins being such a writtencasey kinda word 🙂 xx
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