an empty place

Leave me

On the border of time when was when is

Fixed the place

Remember the corner

Place of empty

Streets

Girded

clock face rising above the middle of some ancient sign of

A thing

Fix the place, it is a place still not yet one.

What moves in and out of

veins under thin skin

Or without skin and veins

hiding behind a fixed jaw

Eyes fixed on a place no eyes no place

Just jaw grinding teeth

points in time to make a place to sit on a hill on the jutting edge of a land

Left to rot after having been turned over

Ruined and

Re

discovered

I had a dream when I was five or so of an old clock on a brooklyn street of time turned backward.

The clock made everything else backward. Late 19th century. The clock was not there but is here and

I am running away from madness

Place to place to person to love to soul.