This Moment

Let me tell you of This Moment
That rather snuck its way on me
Gathering tales so constant
It had no choice but to be;
Of one who watches joyfully
The winding of a clock
Another who smiles pleasantly
To open a forbidden lock
Yet another with too many toes
Who if stalked takes no prisoners
And then that one who never shows
Yet claims to own all visitors
I will learn them all
Know their number and their fall
Know those places that they keep
This Moment while you are asleep.


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