Aeon Echos

This time extends beyond the hours limiting
and by a seconds measure
adds the tempo reverberating
echos
listening to the beating heart of stars

Universal out breathing
seems slow motion in eternity
boundless by it’s velocity
blurs in my vision
the invisible wings of a bumble bee

Time to its end is beginning
becoming
time by it’s confines of minutes
makes this senseless
echo
eventually I am told
the timeless
will end

So there above me
in the silence of infinity
hangs there a ticking clock
and from moment to moment in an instant
remains unchanged

Time by any other standard
remains nonexistent
if this great galactic wheel 
should judge life by its own pulse
and still in its echo
count the hours

And so by each days separation
each years numerical definition
tally the Aeon
in the calendar of counting stars

Do you know where you are

It asks me

Or by the steady flow of gears and springs
and yesterdays urgency in this mornings alarms 
find yourself calculating years
does eternity whisper into your ears
can I soothe and comfort all your fears
tactile property reach me gently
I am waiting
I am here
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