Sunday, April 1, 2012

Eternal Clepsydra

Countless hourglasses are spilled out here
upon the farthest edge of substantial earth
where bitter waters tumble in endless array
and forever sift the decaying sands of time.
Scattered wide upon this golden shore
are intricately molded cogwheels and gears,
springs and pulleys, weights and pendulums,
the dislocated intestines of a million clocks,
like bronze and copper mollusk-shards 
eroded and rusted, battered and broken
grated and ground until they are no more.

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