Time- my time sleeps with eyes open like fickle moments,
"Die how can they?", asked I being a victim of her charm.
The machine ticks away like a profane awakening
While guileless she sleeps naked without harm.
The disc robbed her being ever so chaste,
Married her while the globe was born in haste.
Now I leave the halls burnt in the fiery kiln
While turned life the lever with an ever morbid grin.
How helpless is she, my muse called Time,
Being a captive to the punctual clock's chime.
She has to live for the machine ticks on,
Even her death is purged by every sunny morn.
"What if I die?", asks she. Pretending not to know,
That she too is just a human living on debt-
Of seconds stolen from a dial hand-made,
Which robs her of every moment to grow.
We are beings who feel and die,
On heavens door knocking, to return with a sigh.
As voyeurs we were born never to know-That we 'watch' a silken whore baring all to show.
"Die how can they?", asked I being a victim of her charm.
The machine ticks away like a profane awakening
While guileless she sleeps naked without harm.
The disc robbed her being ever so chaste,
Married her while the globe was born in haste.
Now I leave the halls burnt in the fiery kiln
While turned life the lever with an ever morbid grin.
How helpless is she, my muse called Time,
Being a captive to the punctual clock's chime.
She has to live for the machine ticks on,
Even her death is purged by every sunny morn.
"What if I die?", asks she. Pretending not to know,
That she too is just a human living on debt-
Of seconds stolen from a dial hand-made,
Which robs her of every moment to grow.
We are beings who feel and die,
On heavens door knocking, to return with a sigh.
As voyeurs we were born never to know-That we 'watch' a silken whore baring all to show.
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