Like Clockwork

10329669_748016928552758_1804625525937412375_oA million things to say, the words fail and then they wither away.

Silence deeper than the depths at which wise men pray.

Things rise and fall in time, self-caused clockwork.

Lessons I forget each time the heart irks.


A journey of mind and yet now I feel inept.

Secrets are not hidden nor are they ever kept.

Bursts of jealous fire, the oceans that they swept.

Reflection of the destroyer eternal and so I wept.

Thomas Spychalski

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