Thursday, June 08, 2006

A short excerpt

A short excerpt of a poem I wrote.

The Clock
Stoic face indifferent to the silent still air
Skeletal hands jerking sluggishly to a ticking beat
Hollow ticks, somber reminders of the reaper's
Ominous deadline.

Time is formless, indefinite, yet it is strangely familiar. We often use tools, analogies to understand time, but this only masks the nature of time itself.

More on that in a later post. A deadline comes first.

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