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Measuring each groove

Against another,

We look at life

Through familiar

Cathedral windows

That arc their way

Through consciousness,

Unheeded of the etchings



   …In a film…



Dust that settles

On the surface, replete

in its misgivings,

Will not alter;



Will cast a shadow

over time

In corners overlooked

by harried hands,

too eager in their swiping

to question

where there is beauty in sterility.



For all we know

Is a ticking

from a handsome face,

That never shirks

nor wavers in its duty,

To sound each deliberate bell

for continuity



   …Which we accept…



With our senses fine-tuned

to utmost selectivity,

unaware and rendered specimens

Beneath a subtle, protective weave

Of our own making -

a breaking

Which, ultimately, leaves us dead.