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Slow the Pendulum
Listen! Listen to the ticking of the clock.
What is to be and what was not!
I unfold my hands and hold them out.
Retrieving fleeing thoughts of doubt.
Across the rushing span of time
Not marked, not measured and not mine.
Roaming across the many miles,
Some embellished with playful smiles.
Rivulets of water has coursed through
Rivulets of thoughts with changing view.
What power I processed to endow,
Wondering when and where and how.
Mocking and jolting, instilled to accomplish
Striving forward and hopefully harmless.
What input into the vastness of this sea,
Of things to change and things let be.
Of dances to dance and songs to sing
Of sights to see and hope to bring,
To infuse a seed to bury and grow,
That will mature and shine and glow.
As I listen to the ticking of the clock
Incessantly ticking, mock me not!
Mock me, jolt me before the time span leaves,
When drifting thoughts forever cease.
Joyful delight the time well consumed
With works well done and some resumed.
Time passing, vanishing with dusty light,
Hiding under gloomy clouds of fright.
Be my friend and not my foe
Too many plans stored to let go.
The time of day is nearly done,
Grant me the silence of the pendulum.
The sounding chimes of time unwinding,
The incessant ticking, pounding, pounding!
Fusing throbbing is compounding,
Echoing inside me surrounding.
The sound of time is unwinding,
Fading into the distance sighing,
Mock me not--goes the clock
Tick tock, tick-tick tock