This is a lovely way to tell time – and poetic, too.
Actually practical and it sounds good.
Which is quite beautiful for a moment that is actually so dark.
Hamlet’s shipping hence is a death sentence.
I wonder if there’s a way to utilize this kind of time telling in an urban setting.
I can’t see any mountains here.
The garbage trucks no sooner shall rustle down the streets.
The sun no sooner shall the fires escape touch.
The rats no sooner shall have gone to bed
The neighbor no sooner shall start shouting
But it will be dawn.