You are crazy
Go back
chime your way out and back in
to my life.

I wish to turn
The hands you have
Back
To begin again

To start over again
Once more
To have another shot
Yet again

All the ticks
So in sync
Move so subtly
And fill the silence

The movement we know
But with no control
Shield, block, and ignore it
If you wish

This dance
Forever moving, changing
Each is…
a significant moment.

Each thoughtless circular way around
The windmill spun reluctant to cease.
If only to have power
To reprimand those hands

The work of man
Creating this beast
An idea
That now has a life of it’s own

The work in which
Will not be undone
For it lives now
In the core of our wishful thoughts

Controlling our steps
Demanding our presence
Expecting us to obey
Limiting us by the second

Always in thought
dancing away
It’ll never stop
Even though we wish it to

Imagine us
Without these hands that hold
the pulse of our existence.
Living would be redefined