12: This is a fugue in your name
talk talk future talk..

We do not count the clock telling time
..we’re spry in our motives, underhanded
getting back to catch the slapdash in how it works.

You may have noticed we’re behind open doors, past

abhorring a vacuum when it doesn’t matter —
vibrato and sunlight close their distance.
The wastes of time are subject to change
— never saw them coming, old and new to some usual ends
but not here — we’re braving talk of your beauty telling the future..