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Bell Hour

too loose to calculate tension in morning hours /
bracing for that elastic snap later /
maybe as crows peck on the stove pipe /
or light bulbs die and revive repeatedly /
while dusk turns to a riper bruise /
or the house cracks in its descent into thawing bog /
someone propose a monument to light /
that necessary abstract lived with daily /
spotlighting dust lining all the colour in the house /
there is pressure in abandoned particles /
becoming whole as the hours lift