Like Wicker Passed Round Midnight’s Mass

I dare not blame the 14 Hands

for feelings I have felt

Where midnight and I meet

the moon’s shadow can’t dispel

In daylights saving grace

I justly feel that I have felt

like wicker passed round midnight’s mass

each hand is doleful dealt

5:51

the clock and sun

read 5:51

like an infant I stare

where breathing is none

combing my beard

for wisdom or some

alternate side

of 5:51, where now

it’s 5:52