The Clock Unwinds
The specter of the jester
upon the circle of the yesteryear
spinning with every bright
and every dark clicking gear
let us give chase
at a fast memory pace
as we trace every breadcrumb
falling from the man in the moon's face
What will we find of yin and yang?
First the void and then creation
Will we hear the songs we sang
and with every beat become impatient?
Famished; these fowl
like fears devour
in the hour of our dour days
all the memories we laid
so we could retrace
yesterday's steps
with grace
Until the dark reality
allows one spark set free
as the clock unwinds
one more time
Then I can see
the jester is me
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