PART 1 – UNBORN YESTERDAY

The resigned minute
Pounded on the hanging clock
Prolonged strikes of the hands
Set the pace of a march from yonder
At a distance in an empty corridor
The hollow dirge of a mechanical mermaid
Foretold the dusty instant
Confined to its lassitude
I waited upon rythmic gaps
The interruption of a latent corpse
The fulfilment of the celestial ordeal
And here I lay my life
Denuded of any effort
Between
The pendulum that dangled to and fro
Tireless in its measured task
And the rusty clang that echoed
Every sixty minutes.

PART 2 – INTERVAL

(They say Death is a whole,
it may be for those who are intact,
I die at intervals like a broken vessel
that gods sweep under the carpet)


PART 3 – DEAD TOMORROW

I Will Die Like Gods.


( Intervals )