Time’s tattered tight like
contained bap of cymbals–
organized static, directionalized
tension, splashes of water
in a musical groove
Damped in pattering the patina,
diffused in the rippling of the cloth
softened abutment grazing
frontier like nainsook
wisping on skin
~ Lady
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