Stacking Clock Of Change

Stacking Clock Of Change
© Surazeus
2024 11 11

Across cold burning shadow of my mind 
face of the stranger slices time apart 
with strident laughter of the holy thought 
reluctant to revive the howling soul 
who always falls in hollow hand of hope 
though I stand tree-tall on the broken moon. 

With punctual attitude of timeless faith 
I look up at soul-gleaming sky of death 
to see ideal corruption counting rocks 
too deep in gloom of bottomless abyss 
to feel how cold this hour of breathless fear 
we run across steep misted hill of bones. 

Excessive shriek of wistful honesty 
stuns forward gushing spring of wordless taste 
if nothing stares at me with blazing eyes 
till stacking clock of change stalls my progress 
backward stumbling into fortitude 
strong enough to understand this hour. 

Under frozen river my heart bleeds tears 
to flow with punctual pace returning slow 
at sharp intended time to wake from death 
and grasp ripe fruit from hand of wretched truth 
too perfect for this space we rent from fate 
now crumbling into words disorganized. 

Unsexed with love in intermediate phase, 
we flutter open hands of generous fear 
suspicious of why rain soaks muddy fields 
to swim in water now no longer here 
in region of unlikeness we should map 
with blood of serpents in fake book of lies. 

To found new dynasty of noble kings 
we plot to kill old sterile clown of pride 
by staining hands of law with innocence 
that topples institutions built on bones 
foundational for empires of kind strength 
enforcing will as law all must obey. 

To gain new righteous power of respect 
we must relinquish greed for stolen wealth 
still stuck in phase after history expands 
conceptual scope of truth we all accept 
though hunger gnaws our patriotic hearts 
before collapse of economic games. 

Composed of matter beaming from the sun, 
we give each other things we make from dirt, 
exchanged for coins of gold stamped with my face 
while I gaze down on market maze of stalls 
from glorious pyramid of divine power 
since my eye measures stacking clock of change.