orange like a burner

overnight the time changed

in a dream i saw a cat with two heartbeats

and a dead name

the sun starts off orange like a burner

to heat a cold earth. this will be the sort of day we live for

where we talk of heavy things

in a light way

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fall back

played time 

one Sunday morning in November 

slapped the thief back 

hand of the clock

sixty more minutes to 

fall back to 

write the finest

verse  

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the night an hour lost

on a sunday predawn

the candles liquid the

street lights glowing orbs  

in the fog i fought the bastards

in my sleep they set us back 

turning hands like clocks

i summoned source

for the great escape into

consciousness

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