Grandfather Clock

Swish thud goes the pendulum, Giving every second significance, With each moment as important. Taking me into myself, for myself, Able to access my abstraction, Feeling my own presence positively. The beats remind me of my heartbeat, There, but not visible: just by intelligence; Only these clocks emphasise the seconds. Tradition can stink, but here it settles: The invention suffices to help me think, And ponder on my whereabouts. The anchor escapement mechanism transcends, Slowness for me to grasp various possibilities, Ramifies that there are ways of leaving. Of leaving the said, the ornate and the strict: The old can often aid departure even from them, As given, never to be claimed by anyone.