In my eyes

Slowly ticking clock
divide the time by parts
A quarter of the segments of your soul,
that are so clean or despicable ...
Objects, things - are more valuable than life,
it is given to us so easily ...
Antique dressing table,
perhaps a lacquered chess ...
Yes, most likely.
This entity of subjects know more about us than anyone else.
I draw a stop time in their eyes,
when I'm dying and opening them to you.


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