Clocks

Clocks

The clocks retreat
Constrained by human
Intervention trying
To tame nature
Most unnaturally.

The dark closes in
Too soon now, this
Barbed wire of night
And cold made
By human invention,

The sharpened ends
Of convention, tying
Minds and bodies with
Artificial restraints
Of pretence.

The freedoms we once
Had before time was
Measured by clockworks
Of useless science
Have long since gone.

R 27/10/2024 18:49