Hardly a Day

I. All time indeterminate now so this might be late or early and hardly a day in itself. Call it infernal nevertheless with my first move a descent into air thick with lamentation. I mean tension in the clock as it works towards sunrise and fear becomes natural law. * Starlings in the tree opposite are ghosts from hollow graves and green leaves denote death. Any loud chorus no longer is natural breaking such deep hush and human greetings anonymous. Forget also courtesies of touch its delicious extended sentences and bracing diamond texture. * Which reminds me to make clear after speaking droplets of spittle will stay airborne eight seconds. Long enough anyone might think to question what does and does not remain subject to our attention. If I mention my old man’s hands with their liver sots and arthritis is that worth the risk of expression. * Interest does

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