The
Clock
Sinister
God, frightening and impassive,
Your
hands menace us with each utterance -“Remember!”
The
vibrant pains in your heart full of fear,
Like
a target, will soon murmur.
Vapourish
pleasures abscond onto the fleeting horizon,
Like
an usherette at the back of the theatre.
Every
instant delicious snippets are being devoured
Accorded
to each man and from every season.
3650
times an hour, the micro-seconds whisper;
“Remember!”
Rapid with their insect voices,
Now
they say: I am already another time,
As
they suck your life with their squalid hypodermics.
Remember!
Souviens- toi! Prodigal! Esto memor!
(
Their mechanical throats speak all languages )
The
minute hands, which are playfully mortal,
Are coasted in the most- flimsy patented gold.
Remember
also
that Time is an avid player
Who
wins without cheating as it has no need being the Law.
The
days decrease, the nights augment souviens toi!
The
abyss is always thirsty, as the clepsydra leaks.
Now
that the hour of divine hazard tolls
Oh
august virtue, your virginal bride,
Or
even the repentant ( Oh, the last refuge!)
Will
tell you: grow up you coward, before it is too late.
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