a beating of the most quiet
and unconscious drum
is slowed and quickened by
heavy waking hands
weighted with rings of water
and half-remembered thoughts
re-imagined and re-remembered
and frozen into holy ores to pass down
to smaller fingers.
skin to ore & ore to skin,
the drumming does not end
as it did not begin
(marking time
marking time
marking time
two three four
stop.)
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