Clock hands rotate at speeds
set in plain, dependable stone.
Morning: Think of structures.
Spin them.
Then, feed forward at midday
like insects feasting on plant roots.
Methods in the madness -
Detritus.
Knowledge settles. Thoughts need food too.
I raid family trees;
the histories and songs.
Deflecting
half-light.
Reflecting movements of charge.
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