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
Text from: "POEMS"
Image from: "PHOTOFILTERED"
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