Watches

Watches

When it’s late
(or maybe early)
and you wish
that you could wander—
but you must be satisfied
to sit in silence
and to wonder—
there’s a thing
that lingers yonder
ever flowing,
growing closer—
far too weak
to work its will
or try to pull
a thought asunder
but it’s there—

there all the same.

You must not fear
for it can never—
never ever—
even somewhat—
come to know
your secret name;

it cannot find
your secret name.

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