Imperfect, the spoonseat:
metamorphoses to inverted basket.
fish on bicycles
excelled in world’s wheels games.
Harry cut time,
making hour suppressed.
Turningpoint of nightblue atmosphere:
luminous constellations rendered unstable.
space furled, unfolded in design.
course to discovery.
“Count cuckoo, canarybird,”
the hour rightwiseness was spoke.
Doubt cast terrorcausing quiet.
Remembrance applepie youth,
clock poured tears.
’Tis running life with storms
and wibblywobbly forecast:
of joyful instances,
mysteries beheld the philosopher,
whereby memory told clock:
“Hurroo! Sprung time,
you round, lurching discontent!”
Stubborn mirror gasps.
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