a clippety clop it goes
this nagging knowingness
a drip-dropping aloneness
a still-of-night remoteness
a head-flopping heaviness
this nagging knowingness
a shrunken world below us
a carved-out hollowness within us
this socketless electricity
this unyearned-for-loss
a clippety clop it goes
a clippety clop it goes
this nagging knowingness
it can end
this nagging knowingness it can end