“You are a Soul. You have a body.” -C.S.Lewis

From vast black void

Is fashioned our blue-green face.

Perfect Hands patterned earth's hands' momentum.

Cursed. Delicate Ticks melt to

Daunting gongs.

As the eroded pendulum,

Heavy,

Begins to

Fall.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick

Mourns now

Gong

Gong

Gong

Gong

A mere hour after it was begun,

The earth plummets from generations.

As time is to a clock,

So a soul is to a body.

Residing in towers

Above

or

Below.

After the dear acrid bronze pocketwatch is

Cauterized,

Hanging alone from a calligraphy tree.

But inviting snow caresses this hour.