How do you
look at time
when
it has no face,
or let it lead you
when
it has no free hands?
look at time
when
it has no face,
or let it lead you
when
it has no free hands?
Who’s to say that
light and day, that
dark and night
are synchronized?
What is a dial
but an eternity
of notches
that programmed hands
continuously touch upon?
but an eternity
of notches
that programmed hands
continuously touch upon?
Why must you insist
and hold on to
the cold to munch on your bones, or
the heat to wreak havoc on your skin, or
to love only in summer flames, or
to live only in spring flings?
When will you learn that
only change will understand
the language
that time speaks?
only change will understand
the language
that time speaks?
