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- We live in a town of clocks:
- Eternity ticking
- At the back of our minds,
- Like a bomb,
- One day erupts spinning from our hearts.
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- The hourglass shape of now
- The present's narrow constriction
- Channels us from past to future:
- Each so wide open and easy,
- Each one anywhere but here.
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- Behind us
- The reckoning of history
- Creates a landscape
- Which lies
- Distant, flat, dismembered;
- And behind,
- Tomorrow and all things to come
- Slides their blank sheet
- For us to place our hopes and fears upon
- Like shadows on a wall,
- So wide, so white.
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- For time runs through us like a river.
- In blood, the seas of our inheritance,
- Course with the rythm of the heart's beating,
- And with the pulses of the stars
- Those far, bright points
- Echoing in the thin constant of the moment.
- Hard pencil points of light
- Apparent, precise, in the sky forever,
- The stars mark the stages of our passage for us:
- All our mean decisions, our meaningless divisions,
- Seconds pushing at us, time imprisoning us,
- And us measuring out our lives,
- Spooning it out piece by piece
- Into the deep well of the dead and gone.
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- How we long for some hint of meaning,
- For a measurement of trust,
- Yet our mainsprings wind up, wind down,
- And for all we regulate, the world goes on turning.
- For all we regulate, we degrade,
- Turning divinity into a clockwork God.
- Truth turns into masquerading science,
- Knowledge into quantification,
- Mystery becomes blank ignorance,
- Joy, a moment's arousal and a lifetime's bleak desire.
- Infinity is nothing but interminable counting
- As we measure everything and gain no sense,
- Our life is living itself, in this world
- And the clocks we have filled it with.
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Travelling in Time Cycle
Hourglass Regression |