bloody time

how time sticks
like unwanted blood, to the fingers,
a blotch, spreading, seeping,
invading the cracks of the moment.
one breath, another,
the clocks move sunwise, ticking
off the remnants of life.
how time flickers
like a ghostly flame in the kitchen
cooking up mysteries,
slowly progressing, creeping
all over memories like some ivy,
strangling, putting down roots.
time shoots
from the seeds of the seconds,
minutely dissecting
whatever it touches,
time’s slices adhere, unwashable
off, bitter, sweet,
perfect
in timing.

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