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Clepsydra Runs Dry
Clepsydra winds down
Drops drip, into the wet
channel
A hum, a vibration felt,
through the airwaves
Stroke, each down stroke
another drop, of liquid.
Hard marble pillars,
Immovable.
Columbine winds herself,
around solid footing
Shades of pink, with hues
of darkened mauve,
it's gates
open
to one visitor
He arrives early, soft
cloth hanging, from his
belt
He stoops low
between strong legs
polishing
each jewel
before moving on
Tapping lightly, on the
resevoir for the sound
of hot fluid
His movement,
so smooth
Caretaker of ancient
Clepsydra
Keeps her wound tight
Ensures her longevity
Drops drip, into the wet
channel
A hum, a vibration felt,
through the airwaves
Stroke, each down stroke
another drop, of liquid.
Hard marble pillars,
Immovable.
Columbine winds herself,
around solid footing
Shades of pink, with hues
of darkened mauve,
it's gates
open
to one visitor
He arrives early, soft
cloth hanging, from his
belt
He stoops low
between strong legs
polishing
each jewel
before moving on
Tapping lightly, on the
resevoir for the sound
of hot fluid
His movement,
so smooth
Caretaker of ancient
Clepsydra
Keeps her wound tight
Ensures her longevity
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