Early ticks of my little clock
Still and deep I woke and walk.
Glistening Sun is timid yet
Dark and dull, sky was wet.
A kitten called - fell afar
Sharp and string hit me jar,
Lament scream screeched the dew
I'd only heard the sweet mew.
She and me did no deal.
Muck up while boomed to tell-
A child yawp
Or a virgin whine?
A victim cry
Or a prophet sly?
A morbid bam
Or a money-less groan?
A lifeless gasp
Or a profane sniff?
An insect tick
Or my own soul?
racked so long- an eternal quest!
Rustling lure bid me find
Grieve and mused my foggy mind.
A troll i doubt
Will never be out!
This violent world,
Has a silent word.
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