Time Tells

Unwind the hands off the face.

Let the hinges fall when knocked off.

Empty turtle shells basking.

Rocks opens the door in the ground.

Power seeks within the structure.

Dry rusty hands scratches the numerical.

Screech when moved.

High above the sea of the sky.

Dull and sharp edges laceration through sound and space.

Melody strikes when needed. 

Inside hallow and wispy.

Feathered nests takes refuge.

It dances to one side, then the other.

Heavy and weightless turns in its cycle.

Chirping its song to call.

Hard skin scratchy and patterned.

Looking for guidance just like the sun.

 

signed, X