Saturday, March 24, 2007

Clocks

Clocks
Life is like a
candlelight
procession.
Winding away
from the light.
Shifting shape
and form.
Beating in time
ever more slowly
and branching out
until we cannot
see the wood
from the trees.
The greens
turning to gold.
Buried Shrouded
in darkness.
Like a red shift.
Clocks should
measure.
Photograph: Loughcrew/ A view
from Carbane East.

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