1
Shivering, I stand alone
inside a sleepy railway station,
looking for a train that never comes,
watching as my spirit comes undone
From the ceaseless clicking of the clock,
the senseless ticking of the watch
that weighs my body down.
Behold how the mortal earns his fate:
There is always time to wait.
2
No sooner does time expire,
than it rises up to sire
its progeny again.
Shamelessly self-seeking,
it wrecks our days reeking of narcissi.
Gaze into its plate of polished glass
and watch your phantoms pass.
They punched their tickets late.
There is always time to wait.
3
The Flame of Life arrives on a second-class coach.
He eyes me, careful not to reproach my sensibilities.
He comes to cauterize my wounds of time,
but worries I might swoon or mind
the excessive heat.
Perhaps he’s right; I’ll change the date.
There is always time to wait.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
1
Shivering, I stand alone
inside a sleepy railway station,
looking for a train that never comes,
watching as my spirit comes undone
From the ceaseless clicking of the clock,
the senseless ticking of the watch
that weighs my body down.
Behold how the mortal earns his fate:
There is always time to wait.
2
No sooner does time expire,
than it rises up to sire
its progeny again.
Shamelessly self-seeking,
it wrecks our days reeking of narcissi.
Gaze into its plate of polished glass
and watch your phantoms pass.
They punched their tickets late.
There is always time to wait.
3
The Flame of Life arrives on a second-class coach.
He eyes me, careful not to reproach my sensibilities.
He comes to cauterize my wounds of time,
but worries I might swoon or mind
the excessive heat.
Perhaps he’s right; I’ll change the date.
There is always time to wait.
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