A Godly Digression


The Silent God

The second hand sweeps silver on white, echoing the voice of the silent god.

Droning into the distance, unspooling like tears.

Dry leather against my skin, trying to imagine what it felt like new, the second hand inexorable.

Relentless, like chess and Antonius Block.

Silver on white.

I know the name of the silent god…

As my hours slip away.


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