Time,
time,
time crippled crawls
across the clock,
clutching at straws
the chaff of seconds,
7..7..9..11.;
All that mattered
all that made sense
swept away by whirlwinds
of chance that took
away forever that stilness
before the broiling of clouds
and hammered anvils of thunder;
Now forgotten that roll-call
of names,names themselves
erased from the pages,
torn discarded scattered and
lost amid deepening shadows
of time..time..
time crippled crawls
across the clock
clutching at straws
the chaff of seconds,
7..7..9..11..
(Louis Kasatkin has asserted his Right to be identified as the author of this work)
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The comment (by kelly bella):
Absolutely brilliant. Loved the reverse repetition that brought us from the beginning around to the end which didn’t feel like the ending but the beginning of an on-and-on cycle that would continue for eons of time.
The work of a master poet! “time crippled crawls
across the clock
clutching at straws
the chaff of …” What assonance!