The Clock

Clock as thin as the Time
clock coloured as daffodils
your face afloat in the sea
an uncertain diversion
the small stray wheel and the incessant chattering
separates two men sitting and crying
coiffed into the balance
condemned to its derision
(same with me and once again same)
spring of life receiver of the sky
jaguar set to pounce
the pendulum entwines itself around the sphere of time
correct vibrations weaned of commandments