Wednesday, April 3

One Day

Twenty-four eyes are open wide
they won't squint until you lick through
each tock goes easy
unhampered by you
losing one is like painful bleeding
messy and scary
but I won't argue
with these eyes
they hold knowledge sequestered

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  1. There's all kinds of hidden depth in this poem. I don't sink in immediately because of phrases like "until you lick through each tock goes easy", but when I stop to think about "messy and scary" bleeding I find myself nodding and appreciating your wisdom.