Monday, November 26, 2018

Time Unraveled



An hour besieges the moment
for a sparing second becomes a day
lost within the decadence of yesteryear's way
compiles an enigmatic quotient.

One relative theory after another
compensates the dullard
with some prayer, he'll recover
alas, all supine hope shuddered.

Time began with universe's divine hand
bequeath the mortal clock
that holds every man with a tick-tock
held together by the frailest of strands.

- John Hardesty 






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