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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