Fathom

The depths descend Past the boundaries Of human conception Of realistic features Of one’s ideals. So deep; distant So many cranks yet, So much order. ...Tick...Tick... Spin, Wind, Apply the pressure Or... it will. Trepidation. Do not act so scared my child It starts for you, Ends for me. Sit on my lap if you will, I have a story to tell you One that shall Tell the tale. Take this, My soul, My life This piece so close to my heart. Hold it, Remember; Remember the stories All the twists and turns Cranks and spins Needed to get here. S-521592 1, 2, 3 4, 5, 6 7, 8, 9 Ten... eleven... Twelve. Time... An asset. A force in its own. So controlling. So exhilarating. So... Annihilating. It takes things away, Brings them to life, Tells us what the difference is between day and night. Gives us things to look forward to And to look back on... This. Is key, Is life, Is death, Is money, Time is ticking; Fathom it.