The Face of Time
The whole wide world
a giant clock
a face of illuminate loveliness,
the dial a shadow,
forever nonchalant
passing through each day
invisibly each night.
The human race,
the tick and the tock
the pulse the vibration,
the spring coil of gravitation,
with a need not to over wind
the celestial key.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2020
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