Unwinding

Our world divided into light and dark

creeps on, a little duskier every age

the crooked finger on its central screw

creaks out decades and centuries

shivering towards midnight

each year a second, trembling in its

painful path of flight into millennia,

our bodies tied to planetary tethers are

dragged unwillingly in pathetic dance macabre

while rising now a voice inside cries out

end, when will it end? as from some

deeper tremolo another childishly

replies, just one more ride

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2015

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