|In the spareness of the hour
Clock face she wears
As a talisman
To mark the passing of a time
That defies all definition.
Restrained within a timewarp almost,
Looking at the past
Because the present is static, unmoving,
And the future is beyond reach.
The languor of lockdown persists.
It locks down the body, the mind, and existence,
It locks down the heart, the soul, the spirit,
It locks the clocks.
It locks love.
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