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.
Are You Reading Me?
3 comments:
heady stuff
particularly like the rhythm of the first part
love the flow and sound of this thought evoking piece. the rhymes well placed :)
thanks guys, reading a little TS Elliot helped inspire this one.
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