after they made the day, its end
a cluster-keeper was needed, the year
from there, for ergonomic reasons,
pipelines of months, so agony’s circulation poured civilized
For a change, from under premature scabs, it rains
A little triviality by pure- on the peaks, the snow
Ocean; desert – oh, well… for contradiction’s sake
But if it did we’d jarred it on the ark.
Then, perennial is posted, a calendar
Like I didn’t know already.