Don't Look (Revised)

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Revision


Don't Look

Cleaning my own clock
I chimed in
hungry scavengers;

From the time
I passed through the canal,
I've clung to every word offered
from this cruel world of pendulums,
trying to ready staves,
secure them in place;

Trusting scholars
over instinct & common sense,
my key turned once too often,
twisting out of shape
worn, rusted,
over-wound coils.

Weary of wasting each notch
on silly, lying vanities,
wondering if I would ever
find life again,
I turned fate over
to the hands
of my own mercy:

Sounding the great alarm,
I lifted from my grave clothes
trading velvet cap and bells
for a robe of purest white.




Original
Don't Look


I cleaned my own clock
by hanging heavily
to every word
of this world;
trusting scholars,
turning over my life
to the hands of death
as I wasted time selling
my own lying vanities.









sorry, I realized the 1st poem
was a big mistake. I tried
to delete it, but it wouldn't
let me, so, I wrote over it
a completely different poem.