Monday, June 04, 2007

Rust

Sixty ticks
is all it takes
enough to fix
malign mistakes
sixty ticks
makes or breaks
us all.

Within that lapse a universe explodes
disturbed by gravity from orbs
whose atmospheric angst corrodes
whatever it absorbs
beyond the broken nexus
of your woebegone reflexes.

3 comments:

ozymandiaz said...

heady stuff
particularly like the rhythm of the first part

Rax said...

love the flow and sound of this thought evoking piece. the rhymes well placed :)

rch said...

thanks guys, reading a little TS Elliot helped inspire this one.