Run all the clocks
If you don’t I’m lost.
I won’t know when
to change my socks
or get out of bed.
Worse yet I’ll forget
To pick up my love
And lose her to
a turtle dove.
And all that’s around
without a sound
spinning in and out
And you being here
And I being there
And that’s where we are.
Near and far.
Over.
All over.