"Clockwork Reverie"

 

Tick tock — the echo mocks,

Time slips through paradox,

A ghost in velvet gloves, unseen,

Dancing deep where thoughts convene.

 

Murky depths and rhyming schemes,

Fractured poets chase their dreams,

Feathers inked with crimson lore,

Minutes bleeding evermore.

 

The spool unwinds, the tongue forgets,

What once was sung now drips regrets.

Broken wings and muddied ground,

Truth in fragments, lost then found.

 

Utopia stitched from shadow thread,

By trembling hands of ancient dread.

Millennia fold like paper cranes,

Cold with wisdom, warm with pains.

 

And if you grasp the woven net,

You’ll catch the ghost — or just vignette.

For meaning hides in plumage bright,

A flicker caught in dying light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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