Restless are the
Seas and sands of time:
Tidespun and windworked
Lines of invested time.
Ever faster the full moon
leaps the mortal fences.
I laugh now to think
How devoutly I avoided
Crossing the cathedral threshold
That leads to the Church of Clocks;
Ignored the insidious drip-tock-drop –
Thinking I was being somehow brave –
The doors that closed,
The ones we didn’t see.
Why did it take so long to realise
That our bodies are merely pins
Mercilessly nailing our want-away shadows
To the dry, stinking mud?