Red Shift, Blue Shift

The sundial stuck,
an indecisive thing;
ticking perpetually 
on the same, old second. 

Let the world turn;
for once lick its own wounds.
Let the majestic sea turtle
hurtling between cosmic gases,
make its own peace  
with the monkeys on its back. 

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