~the dance of the clock~

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I watched her as she danced through the parameters of her boundaries,

etching out her elegant, circular, turf

and for a moment I imagined she could transport us to a dimension,

not tethered to chronology

suspending us together in this interstitial space,

immune to the aches, or benefits, of change.

But 360 degrees later, having not shadowed sleeps door,

her dance could not give me the words ✨

that I might ask you the question I did not wish you to answer.