The hands of a clock evermore pushing
out startling seconds and minutes of madness
Tic Toc
and so is the nature of time Referenced
unforgiving consistent but unable
to produce a more grand sound than two bland
words varied by one centered letter to
represent the countdown of forever

The quiet settled early and stayed and stays
Underlying but never quite lacking completely
Only
interrupted by wind in the willows
and weightless whispers and weary war cries
Everlasting it remains, the silence
Waiting to fill the epic awkward and
utterly important spaces peppered
Into our inconsistent lives, so brief

Thick and inky, sly and slinking is that
of the plane of blackness that isolates
and floods
Stuttered by silver lights scripted in
the fast solid veil of something but
nothing darkness Oh to be lost and then
found blindly in the searing solitude
of simplicity Seeing none, feeling the
mass as it presses and seeps to the core

Revel in these things that are constant and
continued for none else is so sure As
the whirlwinds of trial and triumph
shake your very soul, fall back! I tell
you Into the serum of seconds of
silence of dark Uncloaked, they will join you
this night before you sleep For they never
left They were only interrupted