. . . about little things, and the Big . . .
I felt comfortablenear pendulums of timewheezing in clocks,counting strokesfrom the steepleacross the lake,and would lie there thinkinghow tidy dayscould pass on wingsthrough quiet roomsof scheduled order.
I felt comfortable
near pendulums of time
wheezing in clocks,
counting strokes
from the steeple
across the lake,
and would lie there thinking
how tidy days
could pass on wings
through quiet rooms
of scheduled order.
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