A soft sweet bell chimed the hour,
drawing my eyes once again
to the grand ancestral clock
standing tall in the grand-folk's parlor -
meting out the seconds and hours
of our clan's terrestrial journey.
Behind its glass and numbered face
turns an intricate maze of
arcane gears, weights and levers
whirling in perfect synchrony -
each part dependent on all the rest.
The pendulum swings quietly
but in the stillness, we can hear
its gently ticking escapement
with every to and fro pivot.
But in this era of feckless hostility,
the pendulums of toxic enmity
careen wildly toward global chaos.
So it's left to us alone to reset the chains
and restore harmony to our aching world.
Time and essence hang in the balance.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 6:08 PM UTC
A soft sweet bell chimed the hour,
drawing my eyes once again
to the grand ancestral clock
standing tall in the grand-folk's parlor -
meting out the seconds and hours
of our clan's terrestrial journey.
Behind its glass and numbered face
turns an intricate maze of
arcane gears, weights and levers
whirling in perfect synchrony -
each part dependent on all the rest.
The pendulum swings quietly
but in the stillness, we can hear
its gently ticking escapement
with every to and fro pivot.
But in this era of feckless hostility,
the pendulums of toxic enmity
careen wildly toward global chaos.
So it's left to us alone to reset the chains
and restore harmony to our aching world.
Time and essence hang in the balance.
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