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The Ticking of a Clock Christopher W. Thomas (tristram@erols.com) dnb-as1s17.erols.com Mon, May 12, 1997 at 2:45PM |
As time slowly marches on
Comes to mind - a song
Which rebounds along
Nerves from a throng
Of plucked strings
Which buzz and ring
With the tune of love
Which comes from above
As I try to define
Rhythms which are mine
Ones which do pound so
In eardrums which glow
With the blush of reason
For 'tis now in season
And I wish so to resolve
Things which are not bold
Such as the ticking of a clock
Which does break silence & so mocks
Me - as it counts down the minutes
Until next - I shall be so in it
The pressures of time schedules
Which are not my thing since school
And the weariness I do now feel
Keeps me from being able to peel
Apart these very many layers
Which prompt me to say prayers
That I will gather the strength
To push myself at arm's length
Away from this breeding ground
Which I so like to be around
For it gives me feelings of pride
As I throw some thoughts aside
And work with only those few
Which fit the mold - not askew
For only those will now work
Which blend and so do perk
Me right up to the very sound
Of ticking clocks which round
Out this feeling of fullness
Which allows me such richness
In words I shuffle and deal
As I make verses which peel
Away layers of my very soul
And do show all - I'm not old.
- Tristram