Chronos

For every Swing of the pendulum a
Clicking of the pawl and ring, a tiny
Turning of the outer band Offset
Gears enclosed within
Ticking one sixtieth less in arc
Encroaching the next hour

Restless heart disquieting tone a
Clapping of the cymbal pans, the
Crisscross motion sticks to drums Four
Chambers charged for rapid bursts
With the last quake held in suspension
Distinct tho' distant Thunder Roll
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
metered prose? Only the clock-dial knows.

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