a pendulum shits in constant motion always changing its direction it is the chime that makes your pulse awake and the slit that causes the dam to break your voice the color upon stained glass opaque and distant it lingers in its trance the movement of escalators that touch the water transparent waves crash seeping into rotation in and out never stopping the hour hand spins, the pendulum shifts, our time ends your voice the color upon stained glass opaque and distant it lingers in