Calendar Drought Year

Unstuck my eyes and called me "cilious"
Tiptoeing on each other's knees
	and "I never quite know what you means."
The cutting inderision:
	A portrait of time's dull thud
thwump  
thwump
		--the listless tick-tocking of the clock
			(we move in time)
thwump
thwump
		--our shadow's measured mimicry
			(we move in time)
thwump
thwump
		--in stacatto simulacrum
			(we move in time)
thwump
thwump
		--the discordant melody of tempered wings
		  hammering against polished glass
			(soundless in time)

	Cassandra's leaden eyelids drape like curtains
	in surrender to man's cadent footfall
	in the lattice of history
			(she falls in time)
ACTIONARY

		 REACTIONARY SIGH

					       IN COLLECTIVE BREATH
	She moves in time
		"her movement is time"
	Silent insomnambulist,
		"must Cassandra too sleep with her eyes open?"		

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