Friday, March 06, 2009

The Cog and the Clock

To dust...
Shimmering in the light,
Ground beneath my heel,
Such is what becomes of the clock's face,
Transparent and unflinching,
Broken from a pane,
Pressed to shards,
Ground to...

Reflected in the glittering refraction,
Lighted by fragmented light,
Realization comes,
Utterly beaten,
There is nothing there,
Un-living gears mark the passage of time,
They mark it through their constant change...

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