I watch the clock - ticking out its time.
I hear the gears - tocking till the chime…
I hold my stare acutely
And focus ears astutely.
The whole gestalt of this assault by me on clock
Collapses in to hence become
A new me-time continuum -
This clock and I, a vacuum -
Dial and me, we've come to be
A synergistic, fatalistic victim, hmm…
When it ticks, I then tock:
I am me as well as clock.
When it tocks, I then tick -
We burn together down the wick
In candle wax both cold and warm,
Together now in molten form.
We jump the side but soon to stall,
Only to solidify
Until the active plateau
Chases…
Down…
Sinking…
To melt again the bit that ran (us) -
All in a time-storm with timeless plan.
