All The Clocks Go On And On (From, Illuminating Night) Poem by Peter S. Quinn
All The Clocks Go On And On (From, Illuminating Night)
All the clocks go on and on,
With the time's withering bloom;
White pedals in clearings done,
Nothing to predict or assume.
Silence of nightfall will come,
In clearings of stars collide;
Who knows where time's from,
And what past hours applied.
All is in the numbers to fall,
Enormous forever eternity;
The clearings in time will call,
When past settles down to be.
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