Three clocks upon the wall
are losing time
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for who has thought the winter finifugal
the windswept snow smarts my eyes
and shorter days make longer thoughts
that sift and stir
into the night.
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
Three clocks upon the wall
are losing time
<insert space>
for who has thought the winter finifugal
the windswept snow smarts my eyes
and shorter days make longer thoughts
that sift and stir
into the night.
The sad knowledge clock does not seem to make much progress for all the time and information floating around! 🙂
Yep, I think knowledge is definitely in shorter supply in this age of info!