Wednesday, July 19, 2006

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


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