am I clockwork then, she wondered,
to shed on the hour the selfsame tears
that turn to crystal and then
I start all over again.
it's the new year and suddenly
there's snow only I'm
in a globe and the snow is
the same snow the same snow drifting down
and swirling up again
and I am shaken but
my crown stays on
at least the children say so
but only on Saturdays
when we watch cartoons
and there in the afterglow of the tv's
blue white fade or is it stars I too
declare myself
the princess of
fading out
and cry the selfsame tears
and say to you whoever you are
that I am clockwork shedding
the selfsame tears
that turn to crystal and
this goes on for years that
I don't answer to you
and I don't have
any other information
to give you.
mary angela douglas 21 august 2015
to shed on the hour the selfsame tears
that turn to crystal and then
I start all over again.
it's the new year and suddenly
there's snow only I'm
in a globe and the snow is
the same snow the same snow drifting down
and swirling up again
and I am shaken but
my crown stays on
at least the children say so
but only on Saturdays
when we watch cartoons
and there in the afterglow of the tv's
blue white fade or is it stars I too
declare myself
the princess of
fading out
and cry the selfsame tears
and say to you whoever you are
that I am clockwork shedding
the selfsame tears
that turn to crystal and
this goes on for years that
I don't answer to you
and I don't have
any other information
to give you.
mary angela douglas 21 august 2015
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