clever blue eyed clock
measuring the width of harm
in ratchet clicks so solemn ,
childhood had finished
you saw to that
overtook my heart with years
as firm shrouding
growing up was a facility
in the forest where only some
belonged,
and i did not want to go there
it was a sentence
a finish
even ultimatum
to those near expiry date
flesh baggage creased and folded
eyes as dim bulbs,
i was the one on the bicycle
wishing to go past
shouting at the top of my voice
yet something broke the wheels
and i was left at the path
sat crosslegged wondering,
one woman with a cart lopsided
and one eyed horse offered me a lift
and i refused despite
silky touch of mane
as horse nuzzled my hand,
i was broken not forgotten
resisting time as an armed guerilla,
i would fight
and there would be casualties
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