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11.59pm

The webs of time begin to unwind,

Milky Way universe of darkness,

Blackest night with a billion eyes,

I seek one grain of sand

To show you

That it cannot be done

‘Ere a million years have trickled

**Drop

by

drop

bye.**

 

Destiny rides a mare darker than white,

Tragedy is the name of the mace,

I am struck by the force of ferocity,

Offspring of glorious Mother History proudly parade

Before the victorious Time Lords,

In the reflection of an eye

I have seen a golden cage which holds

A weeping nightingale,

Her purple tears rain silently onto the dry rivers of time,

**Drop

by

drop

bye.**

 

In the time of bones

Will wires entwine with metal flesh,

It will be in the years

When the universe will digest time

And spew backwards into the past,

Fear it

This storm form the sands of time,

**Drop

by

drop

bye.**

 

Mysterious mistress mine might not you reveal all to me?

The secrets of your seductive silvery silken

Velvet creation

Explodes

Through the time tunnels,

I see the face of light approaching towards me

With outstretched fingers (or are they claws?),

Water (or is it poisonous slime?) drips from the wet body,

**Drop

by

drop

bye.**

I watch old Father Time drag his wizened

Body across the deserts of life,

His mistress the Second

Crawls on her stomach,

She painfully travels over the savage landscape of rocks,

Dry thorns, arid sand dunes, without even saliva

To balm her swollen tongue and chapped lips

(*But I must tell all, for in truth, she had blood from her

Cracked lips to soothe her thirsty tongue*).

Under the shade of the boiling sun

Each Second melts to give dry births to form

Minutes which carry the children of the Hour

Who grow up in Days

To marry Weeks which results in the creation of Months

Which eventually leads to the growth of Years,

This cycle eventually reaches a finale with the

Birth of Death,

The family of Time, watchmakers all,

From dawn to dusk

Chimes of Death do tick,

**Drop

by

drop**

 

Bye...

 

 

 

©Rangzeb Hussain

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