Eternity: Patient, Precise
Symmetry of the clock,
near-symmetry of the calendar,
awkwardly near to the asymmetry
of captives who dutifully named them.
Sun, earth, moon, stars,
galaxies and clusters
and galaxies and clusters beyond,
and of them and within them
and aeons past them,
The Timekeepers. Calm and eternal.
Never to be seen or heard
and certainly never to be moved
by the irrational
and the self-destructive,
or by the rational
and the guardians of morality;
not flustered by the flux and madness
as far as we can divine.
30th January 2019
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2019
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