with its constant stirring
the long pendulum
of the grandfather clock
finally thickened the time
and hypnotized grandfather to sleep

then at zero hour
it started to beat the war drum
**** **** **** **** .....
on a sleepless young man's chest

Because it's like
a lightning bolt
when you're in love
with two vivid streaks
in the form of the hands
of a clock
love also strikes
but never in the same
place for a second time


But when
you fall out of love
what could be worse
than the slow, unending rumble
of each tick of time?
what could be more redundant?

Keeper of time
Has lost his mind.
He no longer ticks.
He sighs.
He questions.
He swears a little.
Does he know who he is?
Not precisely.
I tell him he's a law, a sage, a determiner.
He's even the reason
I get up in the morning.
He says he'll get back to me.
When? I ask.
Ah, there's the rub...

In time, we timelessly live in,
One pause, one move, breathe out and in.
Time out will turn itself into continuation -
Does time exists? Or is it our own novation?

Through time we count with past our future.
A second’s, moment’s, minute’s suture
Turns time of day enlightened light
Into a darkness' time engulfing fight.

Time walks in clocks, circles around
And silently steal years of dawn.
Outside of universe, where truth all lies -
I timelessly revise.

It’s morning again.
The second day of the week
hangs grumpily over the bed,
the clock blinks the hour in red
reminding, it’s crucial to get out of bed.
I turn around to your side,
But see you sleeping without a care in the world
realising, maybe today you have decided to miss work.
The sheets half cover your face
And your body shifts closer to mine,
As if to tell me it’s alive,
And it knows that I am awake,
Looking at your closed eyes and feeling your rhythmic breath,
With a sadness that can only be explained
By the calendar’s claim,
Of it being a tuesday,
And life not giving a man time enough,
To look at a beautiful sleeping face.