In an early part of the sun’s downpour
There our clock goes squeaking, and stopped
For a while
Suddenly, a conscious creature named Unsure,
Held and overpowered me
And told me to never hold that clock
But I told him also
“This writing is not about my disposition”
And so I went to it
Although Unsure strangled me,
I held the clock in an erratic way
What was its problem?
What were its problems?
Even Unsure was unsure what to do
We tried to wind the clock back and forth
On our first try to fix it, I began to imagine
The moment we wind it back,
Minutes, hours and seconds will wind back also
I imagine it again, on our second try,
The moment we wind the clock back,
Minutes will wind back,
That I never realize fixing this clock
Instead, just wait for Dad to come
Hours will wind back,
That I can undo my wrong deeds and mistakes
And people will know what the solutions are
And seconds will wind back
That I never imagine these things
That I listen and follow Unsure’s command
And never be frustrated to this imagination
I imagine it, in all of our tries
In fixing and winding the clock
That all will wind back
But the clock is fixed, its hands are in
True positions, fixed from a manipulation
By an error
So, me and Unsure just stare at the clock
And then I imagine, but now it’s the truth
Clocks are not time, the latter
is never manipulated
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Forces That Made Us Thinking
PoetryA celebration of free poetic expression of the sensible and the nonsensical life where invisible forces push and pull our ever-expressive beings.