The Chimes
Face me not; behold the chimes,
the silver bars; unleash your rhymes.
Ring the heavens with the chimes.
The chimes, the chimes, the chimes, the chimes.
Why must you pry where I have went?
Ponder on the instrument,
piercing down into all times:
The chimes, the chimes, the chimes, the chimes.
Lustrous, burning, shining things:
these truths bind you like endless rings.
The sounds will split your coward mimes.
The chimes, the chimes, the chimes, the chimes.
I'll show you; you don't have a choice.
I'll make you listen to your voice.
Where is it that your being climbs?
The chimes, the chimes, the chimes, the chimes.
Tell me when the music dies.
Then will you avert your eyes?
Or dwell forever on your crimes?
The chimes, the chimes, the chimes, the chimes.
23 August 2016
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2016
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