Table Of Content

The mysteries of time

Table Of Content

It is twenty two o’clock in time

Where days without numbers drop

A pocket watch falls with broken hands

Lost, out of sync with reality

There where winds breath in shadows

Consumed by the sun’s last light

Taking secrets where they may go

Into insanity where reason goes

There in the middle of the round about

In the town square where lines migrate

Merge with the people at dance triangulated

Where circular conversations turn south

Taking in silence as the bells toll out

It is dimensions in decline that matters

It is shapes formed in the fabric of time

Diminished in the hours bent on being

Based on moments measured

Eleventy two degrees below zero comes

On the thermal cold words of the wise

By design, twenty two o’clock persists

Before noon, thinkers think twice, dim the lights

On anyone thinking good thoughts

It is never too late to die

It was Novemberless at winters gate

When the world changed direction

Where space filled in previous mistakes with legs

Replaced them with happiness at the table