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Time pieces used to have hands and smiling faces
          precision wheel works springs and faithful charm

They honoured pace velocity and bouncing stride
         never faltered as long as one took a moment to rewind

When the midnight hour comes today maybe it’s too late
	to see the whole-some picture a whole twelve hours
of day and night and to cherish the ticking clock of two
	full circles a string of moments life and final judgement

‘Live in the moment’ they say but the past is the future
	the present only conveys meaning when written complete

This script does not wish to embrace nostalgia for its
	own sake does not seek doom and tomb of modern rush
yet when all things are said and ultimate impermanence strikes
	a gong a melody served a reminder of finite mindfulness

Today flow is computerized extinction’s gloom it passes unnoticed
 	when numbers on the scale of time revere the God of tempo
as grimace and façade of crunching microchips and silicon
	and macro megalomaniac blindness beckon in destruction

As a blip on the map of evolution we humans tend to forget
	that we are mere keepers of the planet that doomsday is a real
possibility not despite but because of our allegiances with speed
	the masters of money greed delusion and questionable innovation

An old-fashioned timer would at least demonstrate at face value
	right at the top and undeniably apparent that there is a pivot
a critical mass a point of no return once we forget what time is all about

I bear no watch myself but on this day I shall draw a happy face on my wrist
	will rest reflect and tag my mind with beauty two minutes before midnight


06th February and the clock is ticking

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