Whose eyes blur
face time in whirling circles.
Needle-thin minutes
round cohesive anatomy
of disconnected seconds.
each other’s rich witchcraft,
Watching for the errors
their era will aver—
broken arcs of time’s
miscellany and moments
of madness
atop the apex, amid
lucent truths and silken sex.
Again the circle arcs and peaks,
the needle’s gap lapsed—
again the stolen epoch reached.
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