CLOCKS

sometimes the moon gets in my skin
and i can't remember tomorrow
only what it will bring
then it all seems to shift
like plate tectonics and divine
inspiration
i gather up my pack and sing
while the road is open
and my burden unheavy
all time leads to avenues
more or less travelled and
the tips of my fingers burn
as i turn the hands counter
so as to move forward

-- el vikingo