CLOCKS

Time is that elusive delusion

that man tries to measure for his days

fabricating multitude of allegories

the unreal to the useless to connect:

wax candles that irremissibly burn their length,

water clocks weeping their elegies,

curved crystals in mutual courtesies

that gold forever unattainable lend;

fatal cold wheels that insomniac rotate

ferocious mechanisms between their teeth,

atomic quartzs ever vibrating same ...

to alI those devices the gnomon I prefer

that keeps its poise to the varying anger

of changing suns, even when lies there blaze.

© albertotrocóniz / 13

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