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Keys for Atomizing Your Life

Cal Freeman

I cannot speak from experience.
The year is an abstraction as it ends.

Its keys are angular and lithe
with jagged metal teeth;

they hang in latches
full of dark that dulls their gleam,

from ribbon looped around
the necks of larks.

By them we count the places
we are allowed to enter

for that allotted sliver of time.