Praying with Fringes 11/10/2015 – I keep living in this world without a reference point

The Hands of Time
Ellie Schoenfeld

Everything moves
at the speed of a lily
and every day a million snowflakes melt
on somebody’s tongue.

The hands of time travel
across my skin
and deliver their holy benediction.
I keep living in this world
without a reference point.

At night I lay my head on my pillow,
my pillow that is filled with feathers,
filled with the ephemera of flying.
When I close my eyes
a hundred birds
sing me to sleep.

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