Gears

A short poem about gears falling and time disappearing.

 

-{Gears}-

Tick

The gears of fate go awry. The cogs fall in pieces from the skies above.

The forces of time and space fail to support the gears of fate, as the intermeshing wheels fail.

The gear ratio was too great and the torque ratio too low.

The timelines of fate and destiny intermingle as the bevel gears stop.

The crown gears lose their holiness, as the others stop, without nothing to command it stands there empty.

Tock

The worm gear slowly extrude nothingness, as the axle stops.

The planet and sun, their circular momentum stop as the

planet rests atop the sun, stuck in Winter.

The musical harmonic drive gear, ceases to play its

beautiful note that pierces the heart.

The teeth have nothing to munch on, for they too

have been forgotten.

Tick, tock.

This continuousness of time, that we have taken for granted, is stopping.

What will happen as time stops?

Will we exist still, or forever stuck as if we ourselves are a picture of time?

Can we age in this image and die

or will we forever stand still

as morals on the Earth itself? Will we fade

forever into another place where time stands still?

Can we walk, unimpeded by time, or are we

forever chain to our fate and destiny that awaits us in the next hour?

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

Will we be struck by the falling gears of time as the sky is falling

or will we live in another time, in a new world without the hourglass?

Slowly our dimensions mixes with another,

one from the past, or possibly one from the future

What will tomorrow be?

Will we even have a past?

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

The hands of the grandfather clock swing again.

Back and forth. Left and right. To and fro. Side to Side.

The hand still move as the gears fall.

Predicted and controlled by time itself?

Or....

Defying time itself because it is moving in a place without time?

Gong, Gong

The clock has finally struck twelve.

Does it mark the beginning of a new day

or and end to the old?

Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong

[Magen Kumquat]

 

 

Author's Note

Any critiques welcomed.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

This is a wonderful poem, a pleasure to read your poetry.

[Frank F. Atanacio]

very nice flow of words I really liked this Gear :) New Day for us all I hope