The Weight Of A Rock (Marnie Stern)

Some say the clock is the memory framed Some know the memory by what it is named He has closed his eyes He has given up hope He is bound to the sky On a tethered rope He is the weight of a rock He is the weight of a rock And he wonders why The frame of the clock comes scratching by. Some say the clock is the memory framed Some know the memory by what it is named I am the weight of the rock I am the frame of the clock (repeat 3) He is the weight of a rock And he wonders why (repeat 1)