BAUDELAIRE
The
Tympanies of Temporality are Timing You.
The
Seconds Tick Away with the Heart a Flutter,
As
to be on Time means Be-ing… Chronologically Aligned !
The Deep Chords spell out this Indomitable
Truth –
YOU
ARE MORTAL MERELY MORTAL.
Every
Second Breath You Heave a Lung
As
the Shorter Hand Cradles your Heart in its Palm,
While
the longer one keeps ticking along its cold lance
Counting
the eternal revolutions in both Hands;
Murderous
both catching whole fistfuls of sand !
YOU
ARE MORTAL MERELY MORTAL.
With
every grain the ticking whispers
Like
a stealthy assassin in your ear.
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