The clock sings ominously

Time grows late

Midnight bells glow brightly

In the deep black sky of light

Invisible crisscrossing beams

Almost hurt my eye

If only what I’m saying

Was what your hearing

But when you look at it

It stops

If only what I mean

Was what you feel

The clock could get

Some much needed rest


Was thinking about my father and how difficult it was to communicate with him and the sub layers of reality.