hands tell time,
woven in the spine of night,
a disastrous affliction,
totally eclipsed by prevention,
I asked the haggard witch to free me,
blinded by the light of sunset hill,
clothed in deception,
prevented my own intervention,
gave the dog a smiling frown,
layers of cake,
tensions tied down,
we saw the sun,
but lost each other in the moon,
a quiet ending,
to a forgotten…