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Watch
The passing of pauses down
Of alert alacrity, in watchful frown
Granting the ken to our kin
Of the waste, the war within
The woe is to wind
To what we all find
At the end of our days
The passing of the rays
To what beyond horizon lays
The leave to black
Never to come back
Tools to keep time
Legible; to refine
Keep straight the line
From past to present
To futures more pleasant
To keep the hope from the horror
To keep the lack from the more
The gift of times keeping
The watch we keep, weeping
The seconds keep leaking
As tears down cheek
That want the sea, and seek
Communion with the deep
What do we leave behind
But the past we lost to time
To memory, resigned
We watch it fly by
And mark it with each sigh
In sweep of hands
In hourglass sands
As a heart keeps its rhythmic beat
What is precious is it continues its feat
And what, in pausing, would die
As a fragile miracle ceases to fly
We keep watch, and wait
For futures to come; for fate
For the past is always too late
We wrangle the wild into hand
Stretched and contracted, as a band
Into discrete measures, the desert sand
Taming the dry dunes
Into rock, into runes
The infinite moment into minute, hour
Marking as it passes, in it's measure, power
Over the subjeciveness of our lives
This control of chaos, in truth, lies
In these watches passed down
Civilization in a paper crown
Human hubris in outlandish degree
To name the numinous by decree
If we had but eyes to see
A life lived, expanded fractally
Within completeness, contains all
Yet we divide it, to watch it fall
To pieces, spent, rent apart
A once beautiful, whole work of art
Watches kept, talismans against the dark
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Of alert alacrity, in watchful frown
Granting the ken to our kin
Of the waste, the war within
The woe is to wind
To what we all find
At the end of our days
The passing of the rays
To what beyond horizon lays
The leave to black
Never to come back
Tools to keep time
Legible; to refine
Keep straight the line
From past to present
To futures more pleasant
To keep the hope from the horror
To keep the lack from the more
The gift of times keeping
The watch we keep, weeping
The seconds keep leaking
As tears down cheek
That want the sea, and seek
Communion with the deep
What do we leave behind
But the past we lost to time
To memory, resigned
We watch it fly by
And mark it with each sigh
In sweep of hands
In hourglass sands
As a heart keeps its rhythmic beat
What is precious is it continues its feat
And what, in pausing, would die
As a fragile miracle ceases to fly
We keep watch, and wait
For futures to come; for fate
For the past is always too late
We wrangle the wild into hand
Stretched and contracted, as a band
Into discrete measures, the desert sand
Taming the dry dunes
Into rock, into runes
The infinite moment into minute, hour
Marking as it passes, in it's measure, power
Over the subjeciveness of our lives
This control of chaos, in truth, lies
In these watches passed down
Civilization in a paper crown
Human hubris in outlandish degree
To name the numinous by decree
If we had but eyes to see
A life lived, expanded fractally
Within completeness, contains all
Yet we divide it, to watch it fall
To pieces, spent, rent apart
A once beautiful, whole work of art
Watches kept, talismans against the dark
© inkcloud
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