Clocks will melt

A round of a-pause on automatic notions of thoughts magic potions,

jury agrees, Faith succeeds; we'll all stop unanimously.

Thinking that clocks will melt and we will not,

Speak on not to save our manners for

other matters.

But the clocks do melt,

along with us.  

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- wow... this is remarkable... -- for me, this is about how whenever someone melts away, they take at least a part of their time spent being alive with them and maybe that's why "clocks do melt, along with us"... -- not sure if i'm reading this piece as intended... but i really like the composition and the rendition...