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Tick tock, Slow clock Piercing sound of Silence. Disturbance of tranquillity or is it the silence of the storm? Eye of the storm Hands of the clock Wings of time Ma'at or Isfet? Coming of Christ or Kalki Impending doom or Time of tranquillity What tidings do the stars bring? Frozen, bloodied dove in Berlin. Blaring sirens of the apocalypse or news of the red man Gorbachev which sound will come first? Carrefour, welcome Hecate. Blanche´s final invitation or Lisa´s ticket out of Dissocia which ride is it going to be? Sylvia, Blanche, Lisa, Sarah. Mahavira, Buddha, Moksh. Time, Destiny, Moirai, Jury What is the verdict? So much sound, yet no voice from the trachea. So much company, yet paint can only last so long. So many words, yet not a single syllable spoken. So much, yet none of it. Storm of Isfet, Impending Kalki Blaring apocalypse, Final Invitation. Snip my scarlet line, Atropos. Slow clock, Tick tock.
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
Silence of the Clock
Tick tock, Slow clock Piercing sound of Silence. Disturbance of tranquillity or is it the silence of the storm? Eye of the storm Hands of the clock Wings of time Ma'at or Isfet? Coming of Christ or Kalki Impending doom or Time of tranquillity What tidings do the stars bring? Frozen, bloodied dove in Berlin. Blaring sirens of the apocalypse or news of the red man Gorbachev which sound will come first? Carrefour, welcome Hecate. Blanche´s final invitation or Lisa´s ticket out of Dissocia which ride is it going to be? Sylvia, Blanche, Lisa, Sarah. Mahavira, Buddha, Moksh. Time, Destiny, Moirai, Jury What is the verdict? So much sound, yet no voice from the trachea. So much company, yet paint can only last so long. So many words, yet not a single syllable spoken. So much, yet none of it. Storm of Isfet, Impending Kalki Blaring apocalypse, Final Invitation. Snip my scarlet line, Atropos. Slow clock, Tick tock.
This poem is about the unnerving silence and what follows. The poem is a person wondering what will happen next, is it the silence of peace or the silence before the storm? This poem was inspired by a moment in my life where, in the dead of the night, only the loud ticking of the clock was heard in the entire house.
#silence#alone#future#apocalypse#time#unnerve#anxiety#paranoia#historical#haunting
LostBlueBoy
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LostBlueBoy
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Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 4:47 PM UTC
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