Sometimes the tick-tock tick-tock of a clock is enough to drive me into disastrous bouts of panic. Once I tore apart the gears of an antique Grandfather Clock because it was keeping me awake. Its owner was a aghast, and I left Las Vegas at once.
PoEm.
pOeM?
pOEm!
The Wheel of Time Spirals
Time pronounced backward is Might
You cannot withstand it
You cannot demand it alter chosen course
It changes everything in its path
Like a river carving it's signature
Down the mountain, to the sea
And All the Music Flows to the Sea
EVERYTHING shifts and erodes
Relationships morph and corrode
Places and circumstances are fleeting things
Be prepared for anything
A super geyser in Yellowstone
or Mount Hood suddenly blows her top
Nuclear fallout
post apocalyptic hollywood
The land of Jerusalem, baptised so many times in blood
The desert, the minefields, the children armies
And WHY why why why?
Oil is Earthblood, I guess
And like parasites,
we drink it thirstily
Cassandra (one who continually predicts misfortune)
was watching the Evening Star
trace its shape, light the night
and the water was dark and deep
Large beasts moved leagues beneath
Cassandra sighed, tossed the key overboard and said,
"Disaster- natural, bio, viral, or synthetic;
maybe even the aliens-
is going to befall us all
in due time."
Whenever time is ready
You can't stop her, she's a river
I never believed in coincidence
But I know that we're riding the spiral
Round and round; familiar, but
we're never in the place we were began
I think I hear the Sirens sing
and I definitely hear the ballad of the orca.
God,
Who am I?
-Batman (aka KiKiLooQuentinIII)
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