Luke Hobbs Poet Free verse

'till Time Is No More

'till time is no more 
I will glide upon
grace granted and measured 
out to the rhythm 
of the celestial spheres 
within the conflux of
the creator's peculiar light
which cleaves betwixt particles 
to penetrates beneath the surface
of this crystalized cardiac 
and exposes the sculpture 
of the master craftsman 
the great lion tears 
scales from blind justice 
which fall moldering upon 
the carven image they 
once represented
at a roar the firmaments
are rent as 
an obsolete contract 
grace granted and measured

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Andrew Fairchild January 2, 2020 at 10:30 AM Beautiful. I especially liked, 'at a roar the firmaments are rent'. The whole thing reads so... majestically and is so 'Old-Testamenty'! Good to hear from you! Luke Hobbs January 19, 2020 at 1:59 AM You are very kind Andrew. I wrote this one as a challenge. I was given the first line and then had to make something of it. This one kind of just wrote itself once I got the first couple of lines down. It was a fun one to do. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.