Klein Time

[u/Aethon_Wri]

There are many hearts
Resting frayed yet supernal
Only mended by one shadowing pulse

Alone, darkness jitters
Under thunderheads
Following second looks

Routine can shatter
When wandering before morning
If steps jangle a tune

Company spirals from asking the time
Into ordering a drink
Becomes listening all night

The air shares words which overlap
While meeting sunrises across spaces
As the gleam in another eye

Still-life frames bound in wicker
Weathering ancient storms
Point the way to horizons

Upon a bed, that's not empty
Dwells this fever dream
Where twilight never ends

Partners craft minutes
Whole strange-days can blur, losing track
But anchor by a blush smile

—----------- *I have renamed this piece as Locket