Collapse
as the turn of clocks
begins its reverse in tocks
shifting of rocks
shall tie some knots
shaky salted, soggy lands
will no longer stand
all those jagged, edging strands
pushing down
as sink, sink goes the sands
no use tying to docks
or hide treasures
in a steel, hidden box
no use trying for hot
stuck in cold
trottie, trot, trot
nothing will come
as in showers of band
nothing will go bang
by any hands of man
oh! as the turn of clocks
a passing by...no one can stop
or...over...hop‒
with a 'think not'
thoughts of 'I don't understand'
thoughts will come
from every clan
for to the stillness‒
they became faithful fans
never seeing 'I can'
in the forever of 'I am'
instead…away...they ran
passing...turns of clocks
‒just a tip from the top
a chance to untie tied knots
after...a rapture's
during-the-night rob
of what you thought‒
you had the power to stop
( December 2, 2019) Note: The photograph, taken November 11th, when the avenging angel appeared in the sky, says again…the vision will happen at night.
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