The Perfect Timekeeper
I am ineffectual. The planet shifts beneath me
diligent, the perfect timekeeper spiralling though space
Onwards it travels; the past is discarded
But we still snatch at it
Tracing the patterns the stars make
In the dark skies above
Their cold perfection paralyses us
They diminish us. They eclipse us
Remote celestial bodies sneering
They mock us. They know us.
But those silver stars are enigmas
That govern our lives
And in the end they slay us
They betray us. They force us to confront
The futility of the planet that nurtured us
diligent, the perfect timekeeper spiralling though space
Onwards it travels; the past is discarded
But we still snatch at it
Tracing the patterns the stars make
In the dark skies above
Their cold perfection paralyses us
They diminish us. They eclipse us
Remote celestial bodies sneering
They mock us. They know us.
But those silver stars are enigmas
That govern our lives
And in the end they slay us
They betray us. They force us to confront
The futility of the planet that nurtured us
posted by Louise at 3:00 pm
2 Comments:
Nice idea with this site its better than most of the rubbish I come across.
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I like it! Good job. Go on.
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