Sleepless Time I
As the time hit four a.m. I thought,
This is the last and only four a.m. to ever be.
As hose two zeros struck mhy eyes, I thought,
There is o way to beat the clock,
Its tick, the tock, the tocks, the ticks
The one and only twleve month’s six
To ever be,
A ninety-eight I’ll never see again.
The seat of all I meet,
The fleetest chronos – who can study him?
Him, a one-off every mini.
Tiny,
Micro
Milli-second
Not to be compared, each one
A rising, falling sun;
A content all its own.
Weailess, incessant,
Holding in its links – all movement,
Each too perfect for improvement.
Yet, I let
These never to be reproduced
Repeated units die away
Unused,
Abused,
As if to say ‘you have no use’,
When really,
That is all we have
To save us.
Sleepless Time II
As the clock hit four, I thought,
“This is the last there’ll ever be!
A four a.m. I’ll never see.”
As those two zeros struck these eyes
I thought: “No way to beat its ticks…
A one and only twelve month’s six
I’ll never see again;
A day-night-hour I’ll never meet.
A Chronos fleet;
A one-off mini, microsecond;
Each a rising, falling sun
With content all its own.
Incessant, weariless,
Holding in its links, all movement,
Each too perfect for improvement.”
Yet these units die away
Unused,
Abused,
As if to say, “You have no use!”
When really, it is all we have
To save
Our sorry asses.
Sleepless Time I & II 5.26.2004 orig.12.6.1998 (revised 2.7.2014)
Birth, Death & In Between; Birth, Death & In Between II; Circling Round Time II;
Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
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