The Whinding Key
Back and forth the pendulum
swings
The hands of time go round and
round
The dial creepily steadfast
Weights gently fall with each tic
and tock
The whinding key retreated to
slumber
Moments turn to seconds
Seconds to minutes
Minutes exhaust themselves into
hours
Hours rise and set with each
passing day
Days mark the passage of the vanishing
week
Months menstruate into years
Facets of time which will craft a
lifetime
Tracing one’s footsteps from
beginning to end, and
Everything in between
From womb to coffin
From front door to cellar door
From spiritual wonder to paradise
lost
The transition from God to Satan
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
Joseph Pede
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