Twelve Long Stares In Want Eternal

...On the hour...twelve long stares in

want eternal--of which a clock rivets

nothing.

Spoilt milk stirred with a dead cow's

teat...full revolution boring a hole of

light.

Overlook...to end, means and 

justification--beginnings...the

perpetuation of beginnings only.

...Replenishment...centrifugal force--

by necessity must guard against...

for love of beginnings.

...A tick expressed nervously on a

white wall...for fear of beginnings...

twelve long stares in want eternal.

Konstantinos Mark

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~ i remember days when i just looked at the clock... several times... it used to be difficult to wait for sixty seconds to end... i was very hurt... but i derived strength from the fact... that there were many like me... not talking to me right then... or reaching out to me... in their solitude... in their isolation... and i connected to them in my heart... in silence... and i was able to survive... and never feel alone... this is a beautiful piece of writing... more beautiful than any other because it connects hearts beating in solitude... those are the real clocks... and their chorus is the chorus of togetherness and sharing... thank you for sharing these words that speak of those hearts and heartbeats...

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Hi Mark.
You've made yourself a very interesting and thought provoking poem here.
I especially like how you describe the futility of clock time while (consciously or subconsciously) touching on the spiritual.
Thanks for sharing

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'full revolution boring a hole of
light.'

the more i read this the more i liked it, some stunning images and the whole concept of beginnings and time, neatly transcending. i like poetrylike this that reveals itself gradually and hints at something deeper, something that only the poetry can reveal. lovely writing.