Poem: The Endless Clock

Count the marks on the walls,

See the way it seems to fall,

Tick down to infinity,

Twice as fast,

Talk in rhymes,

And then the fast,

Nothing is eaten until the clock strikes endless,

Nothing is undone,

Unless it is boundless,

Screams of those unsure,

Of what they even fear,

Counting the seconds,

Until the world might disappear,

Those numbers in the clock are shorter than expected,

Those little ticking seconds,

Are all we ever could be corrected,

Reality is boundless,

Time is what—

A count?

See the numbers unrelated,

See the numbers mount,

Building to a climax,

And end to the sudden tick—

It’s time for unrelated worlds,

To suddenly hear the ending click.

Reality is formless,

Given space by number.

So hear it chime away—

And never be sure what amount is left.

Special thanks to: Melissa Potter

Did you like the article? Dislike? Tell me about it in the comments. I would love to hear your opinions! If interested in specific articles, or want to write as a guest, you can message me at scifibrandonscott@gmail.com. If you want to help keep this blog going, consider becoming my patron at https://www.patreon.com/coolerbs. Thanks for reading!

Let me hear your opinion.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s