incubated metronomes

Blue melts over the horizon

drudging up

golden waves

stars lit over a dim horizon

Compasses that Chronos

could never have marveled

There are hourglasses

in your eyes

minute little staffs

cast over the dordogne

High supremacies

that travel down

to marvel at your worth

You are untouchable

intangible

Superior in the way

that even those deities

couldn’t form words